By the time I get home, it’s quite late, and my heart feels bruised. Alex and I didn’t share any words, just sitting there on that bench for hours, till the sun finally set. And once it did, our little bubble of contentment burst like Cinderella’s magic at midnight.

I look at the wall clock, belatedly realizing that I had a shift at the bar tonight. My phone died at some point today, and when I plug it in to charge it, I see Elsa’s calls. At least twenty of them.

She is going to kill me ...