Heaven.
She sat still as stone on the edge of the couch, her body frozen, her breath caught painfully in her chest.
Her hands gripped the fabric of her shorts tightly, knuckles going white.
No…
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Her mind screamed at her to breathe, to blink, to do something, but all she could do was stare.
Because she knew that face.
Intimately.
Personally.
Painfully.
It wasn't just some actor or celebrity from a magazine.
It was him.
The man who had once completed her world.
And now, he was standing in the house—this house—as the new guest.
"Heaven?" Tianna beside her asked, nudging her lightly. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
But she couldn't answer.
Her throat was tight, her voice stuck somewhere behind the panic rising in her chest.
It had been not long ago that she saw him last.
But all it took was one look at him—one glance into those cold, familiar eyes—for every good meaningful memory to come rushing back.
His voice.
