Mara's apartment door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the small space. She slumped against the wood, finally letting the tears spill down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzed. A text from James.

*Hey beautiful, miss you. When are you coming back to me?*

"Bastard," she whispered, throwing the phone onto the couch.

The living room felt suffocating. Photos from happier times stared back at her from the coffee table.

Her graduation pictures with Nessa and Cindy hang on the ...