The MRS

DON'S POV

My eyes wandered around the interior of my SUV and searched for anything familiar as I tried to clear my mind and collect myself.

When I was able to focus on something other than my chaotic thoughts I turned to glance at the man slumped across the seats and saw that he had fallen asleep.

His breathing was steady and deep, and if I wasn't staring at his sleeping figure then I wouldn't have known he was asleep. He was dressed casually, just jeans and a white shirt. His brown hair fell freely over his face and covered his left eye, obscuring the scarring on his face.

My face turned into a scowl as the memories crashed down on me like a tsunami.

I knew why I hadn’t recognized him at first sight. It was because he looked so much younger than when I last saw him. He had been thirty seven when I last saw him - almost eight years ago, after all. But that had barely been the case then, at least, not compared to now.

At that time, he didn’t look old enough to go bald yet, though.