“Hey, bright eyes.”

I fought the urge to turn around, and just kept walking. But soon enough the footsteps caught up with me and he was walking beside me, confident grin on his face.

“You haven’t been here in nearly ten years, and you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What does it LOOK like I’m doing, Matt?” I asked from between clenched teeth. I couldn’t look him in the eye. That would be my downfall.

“Come on. Let me treat you to a drink or something? We’ve missed you…”

“Sure you have. Thanks for the calls, emails, et cetera…”

“You didn’t try to keep in touch, either, Jenna. I bet you didn’t even know about the car wreck.”

I stopped. “Car wreck?”

“Yes. You remember Angela Stevens and Mikey Waye?” As he said the names, I knew what had happened. “They died three years ago, and you didn’t even come for your friends’ funerals.”

“No one told me,” I said fiercely.

“Not my problem. So how about that drink?”