It was like a bad dream. He was there, waiting on my front porch steps. The man i had said goodbye to 5 years ago. He stood and i could do nothing but stare right back at him. He looked the same. Alittle more edgy and grown up. He seemed mature. Which at one time seemed impossible.
What are you doing here?" I asked making my voice calm.
"I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by."
"How did you know i was here?"
"I asked around." Ryder grinned.
"Why bother?"
"I wanted you. I always get what i want."
"I remember. But thats not going to happen this time. I'm smarter and more experienced."
