Hannah POV
I don't know why Michael came and sat down across from me, I felt a mix of dread and frustration coil in my chest.
This was not how I had planned to spend my time, especially not dealing with him. I had hoped to catch up with Aubrey, chat about life, relationships, and have a nice, relaxing time.
Instead, I was face-to-face with the ghost of my past. And it was a ghost I was not interested in revisiting.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "Michael," I said, my voice steady but firm, "you really shouldn't be here. We don't have anything left to talk about."
"Hannah, I just… I've been thinking," Michael stammered, his eyes filled with that familiar look of desperation. He leaned forward slightly, as if getting closer to me would somehow make this conversation easier for him. But I had no time for it. Not anymore.