C67 Amelia's POV

I blinked thrice to be sure I wasn’t seeing things. Bryan stood before me in a shirt and jeans. How’d he know where exactly I was except he was stalking me. His sorry face and eyes pierced my heart but I stood by ground.

“Amelia, I was wondering if we could talk”.

I nodded and I started for the park a few blocks away from where we stood.

“How’s your mom?”. He asked.

“Alive and well”