Forty-six

I settled around the table beside the huge window and waited for Jorah to arrive. I contemplated not coming, but I didn't commit a crime to run away from. Part of me was also curious as to what he had to say to me. He was determined in the club, thinking that he could change my mind. I didn't think that this would be possible. Not after what they had done to me. Not after abandoning me when they knew how abusive my family was. How did he expect that I would be able to forget what they had done to me?

I took a sip from my lemon-mint smoothie as I recalled all that they had done to me. No, I could never forget them. Not after everything.

“Hey, sorry I'm late,” Jorah’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, causing me to look up at him. He hadn't changed a lot. If anything, he had gained muscles.

“It's fine,” I said. I couldn't even force out a smile. Whenever my eyes met him, I remembered when he agreed on sending me away.

“How have you been?” he asked me