The deep voice with a British accent causes a foreign feeling to constrict my chest and I pause. No. It’s only my stupid imagination that I can never manage to control. There’s no way in hell it’s him. That would be just tragic. And cruel. And every negative word in the dictionary. Chasing that ominous thought away, I push the door open and freeze. My heart drops to the base of my stomach and I cease breathing when my gaze meets those blue eyes that stole from the sun, sky, and the stars. It is him. The man who ruined my life as much as I ruined his. Daniel Sterling.
