Hannah’s Point of View
“Who is he?”
“David Pike. A very old boyfriend. Three months, fifteen years ago.”
“Okay.”
He paused. Josh only ever paused when he thought he was treading across a line.
“He means nothing.”
“You’re angry, Hannah. That can’t mean nothing.”
I stepped closer and let the anger drain somewhere useful—a combination of my will and his.
“While he dated me, David stalked other women. Stalked, Josh—not unfaithful. Unfaithful, I could have handled at nineteen. His kink was fear. The look on a woman’s face when he turned up where he couldn’t be. It starts as boyish charm, a meet-cute in a bookstore where you never expected him to be, then it runs through an adventurous phase, and ends with him outside a bedroom window at two in the morning, working a gap in the curtains.”
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