The Wrong Woman

"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said.

"So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people.

"Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.

Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?"

"It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.

Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.

Unless... it was him!

Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last name Morrison?"

Jasper nodded silently.

last name. Suddenly, memories of the only boy she had ever kept at arm's

cautiously asking, "Did you ever

a bitter smile. "Yeah, you tore them all up. There was even one you threw right

went pale with shock. She tossed the photos onto the coffee table and quickly retreated to her room, slamming the door with a

tightened as he watched her reaction, a deep sense of disappointment washing over him,

avoided him in much the same way, treating their encounters as if

hung his head, overwhelmed with sadness as he gathered the photographs. He felt waves of

hand pressed to her chest. Her breath

than any ghost story she'd heard. It shook her to the core, her nerves

of Norvania, and Mila, a renowned chemist. Besides he was the CEO of

to look upon him? And yet, she was

she was losing

her mind, leaving her disoriented and unsettled. Rushing to her bed, she