The night breeze was cool, brushing against my skin.

Under the streetlight, Ashton’s shadow stretched long and tall, almost like he’d grown larger since the last time we’d been together.

Standing beside him, my shadow mingled with his, overlapping just enough to look like we were one.

The sight sent a familiar ache through my chest, sharp and suffocating.

He felt so far above me now, with the weight of his engagement to Betty Murphy hanging between us like an ...