Chapter Twenty Three: Are We Meant To Be?

**TRACY SCOTT POV **

The car ride was slow and extremely tortuous, I kept thinking what if that strange man was Antony. Moments ago, I decided to move on, now I realized that would be when I got home. I needed a few moments to dwell in the past, gain a little closure if I can.

What would I have said to him? I didn't think about that for a second, I got too excited, I didn't think straight. I would hug him out of excitement, that was one certain variable, what would happen when I pull away?

I would be angry at him for leaving me. The pain would return so there was no need to want him anymore.

If I do see him, it'll be like he didn't exist to me because he doesn't, not anymore. He left me without a good reason and never looked back so Antony Santos is dead to me. Nothing can change that. It was time to move on, that was what I would do.

I gave Tim instructions to alert me when we've reached our destination. I needed to rest for a while. Once again, my subconscious compared my time with