Bailey stood before Dane, her features down turning into a scowl. A flood of memories ran through his head as he gauged in her familiar appearance. Their joyous family gatherings always took place right here inside Iron Horse. Each day, they would spend hours idly roaming each bend in the road.
But those days were gone. That carefree boy was gone.
Now the woman before him, eyes once soft and loving turned wary and jaded. There were hard edges around her face structure, wrinkles and spots that were never present before. It was sad watching yourself turn into someone you didn't know but even more heart wrenching to find a woman you love, look at you with the most unwanted emotions.
With pity, anger, and disappointment.
"I thought you were dead," Bailey croaked out under her breath, narrowing her eyes at the ski mask, the unkept beard, and the long hair.
She reached out to touch the side of Dane's jaw. He nearly shrank away from her hand. Her warmth.
