It was Guilt

The words hung in the air like a storm cloud.

He's on his way.

I looked away from Joshua, pretending it didn't matter. But my stomach coiled tighter with every passing second.

The last thing I wanted was to meet Christian here, at the place where our twisted fate began. The house he'd snatched away from me. 

Still, I waited.

I paced in front of the gate like a lost girl waiting for something she didn't really want to come.

And then he did.

The black car came to a slow deliberate stop in front of the house.

I didn't need to see his face to know it was him. I felt it, the shift in the air. The weight of his presence.

He stepped out, looking as collected and unbothered as ever, like he hadn't just wrecked me a few hours ago.

Christian didn't say anything at first. He just stared at me.