Mackenzie’s POV
Callan falls backward at my words, his hands leaving my skin, making me feel cold, missing the warmth of his fingers, as he struggles to keep himself from overbalancing.
‘What?’ he asks, eyes widening, ‘when? Why would I? . . . I would never . . I have never . . . ‘
I shrug, trying to put on a brave face, as that same feeling of worthlessness washes over me again and I play with my fingers in my lap.
‘You don’t remember me’ I whisper, ‘I used to live here, in this town, I went to the same school as you.’
Callan stares at me, his gaze roaming over my face as though he’s trying to place me in his memories.
‘The bakery, I didn’t buy it’ I continue, ‘it was left to me . . by my grandparents. I . . ‘ I swallow, trying to lubricate my dry throat, ‘I lived with them when I w
