Mira's POV
Dave rubbed his jaw. His voice was calm. "Mira, I don't know what you're talking about."
I heard my mom's voice behind me. "Mira? What's going on? What is all that noise?"
She came to the door. She saw Dave and looked surprised.
Dave stood up straight. He wiped a bit of blood from his lip. "Hello, Mrs. Knight. It's been a long time. How have you been?"
"Get lost," I told him. My hands were fists.
My mom grabbed my arm. "Mira, stop! Why would you hit him? Just because you two broke up doesn't mean you can treat him like that."
Dave smiled. "It's okay. I heard you were in the city. I wanted to visit. I brought a gift, of course." He held up a fancy-looking bottle.
My mom smiled back. "That's very kind of you, Dave. Please, come in."
She moved aside. Dave walked right past me into our house. As he passed, he gave me a look. A look that said he had won.
I wanted to punch him again. More than anything.
