The fact that the man she’d been in love with for more than a decade still held the power to hurt her, stirred her anger. She was no longer an innocent young teenager, high on life and love. She’d grown and matured; she had a successful career. She didn’t need a man in her life to make her feel worthy. And yet, after a handful of moments in the company of her high school sweetheart, her confidence was shot to hell. She was once again the eighteen-year-old girl who had loved with all her heart; who foolishly and naïvely believed her love had been reciprocated; who had fallen for the good-looking, charming captain of the football team and had believed every one of his whispered promises. She thought she’d let the hurt and disappointment go. She thought she was over him. She’d had ten years to make a life without him and it was a life with which she was content…most of the time. She hadn’t realized until a moment ago how much she still yearned for an explanation for the way he’d treated her.
