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disbelief.
    “Get out of here, I don’t want to see you,” I said, shaking my head. He visibly flinched at my words, but I didn’t care. Looking at him made me hurt, made me hurt everywhere, made me hurt even worse. The thought that he was here and not Tyler filled me with rage.
    “I just… I don’t know what to say Ev. I can’t… I don’t know
    how this happened.”
    “This happened because of you!” I screech. “You did this, you killed him.”
    His face blanched at my words, but he didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself, because he knew I was right. I watched him nod his head in agreement as he realized what I was saying. With no other words, he accepted the blame and then turned and walked away. I could have stopped him, could have tried to ease his guilt, but I couldn’t make myself care about his feelings. He was the reason I lost Tyler and nothing he could ever say to me would ever make me forgive him.
    Luca left town a few days after that. He didn’t even go to Ty’s funeral, not that he would have been welcome there to begin with. I hadn’t seen him since that encounter, not until now that is. The shock of seeing him must have been too much for me, I’ve carried around all of this anger and resentment toward him for all this time and in the moment that we came face to face it finally just hit me all at once. Normally I’d be embarrassed about blanking out but right now it pisses me the fuck off. I hate that he has any effect on me at all. Any emotion wasted on Luca is too much—he doesn’t deserve even my hate but it doesn’t change the fact that I still feel it.
    It’s raining by the time Luca pulls into the driveway.
    “Garage door opener?” he says pointing to the remote on the visor. I nod, never looking his way. The less I say the better because acknowledging his presence only makes it worse. He presses the button and secures the car in the garage. I’m out of the car before he can even turn it off. I wait for him as he rounds the hood and hold out my hands for the keys.
    “I’m going to call a ride to pick me up. Do you mind if I wait inside until they get here?”
    “Yes I mind,” I say walking into the house. I hear the distinct rustling of grocery bags being pulled out of the trunk, and moments later footsteps reaching me in the kitchen, but I don’t acknowledge him. I don’t know how to cope with having him around me. He places the bags down on the granite countertop while I open the refrigerator and grab a bottled water. I’m taking a sip as he begins speaking into his cell phone requesting a taxi to pick him up.
    “You might want to get some rest,” he finally says almost harshly. If I didn’t know any better I could swear I hear a twinge of anger in his voice. That’s rich; I’m the only one here with a right to be angry.
    I turn around and glare at him. This seems to be my permanent face where this man is concerned. I have no kind words for him, no words of thanks. One word about sums it all up. “Goodbye.”
    He pauses briefly, looking around the house as if he’s taking in pieces of art on a museum wall, carefully inspecting his surroundings. He looks at me, giving nothing away except for a slight nod of his head. His eyes are guarded in a way that I can tell he has something to say but he won’t.
    “I’ll see you around sometime,” he says brusquely before turning around and walking out of my front door.
    I know it was rude of me to kick him out like that after being decent enough to make sure I got home, but being nice to Luca was never my strong suit. It wasn’t his either—he was always a jerk to me. In fact, there was only one day in our history that I can ever recall him being nice, and it was the day we met. Then of course there was today, he’d been nothing but kind to me today and I treated him like a bug that I needed to squash as quickly as possible. The thing is that after getting over the initial shock of seeing him and of being around him, I