Awkward Meetings

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Contempt sat in the forefront of his mind as hazel hues ran over her figure. She’d changed since the last time he’d seen her. Her hips a little more round, her face a little bit gaunt, her nose seemingly more crooked than ever.

It served her right.

Not that he would have said that to her face. Especially not here. She’d at least come to pay her respects. Something that nearly surprised him. She hadn’t spent…