~Reo’s~

“Still crawling to meet me like a loyal dog, even after all I’ve done?”

Adele’s voice cuts marinates the night air like a poisoned dart. Reo steps from the darkness; his shoulders are tight enough to rival a sailor's. The dock is quiet except for the water slapping gently against the wood. Fog curls at his ankles. He doesn't respond. Not yet.

She steps into the flickering glow of a lamppost. Black heels, long coat, lips too red. She always dresses like the drama is hers to command. Her eyes shine with the same venom she’s always had…that combo of entitlement and desperation that somehow keeps her standing.

“I...