Your Stolen Dreams, My Rebuilt Empire

I never thought I'd see David Miller again.

For seven years, I' d been the ghost of Ash Carter, the once-promising architecture student whose dreams he' d stolen, whose career he' d sabotaged.

Now, a single mom doing freelance drafting to pay the bills, I found myself in a children's museum, comforting my son Leo after a scraped knee.

Then, his voice.

Theatrically loud, cutting through the din.

David, impeccably suited, with a preppy assistant clinging to his arm.

He spotted me, his eyes lighting up with a sickening, triumphant gleam.