Amelia’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after seeing the couple outside with their heart-shaped balloons. My chest felt tight, like something inside was folding in on itself. Valentine’s Day.

A couple of years ago—or even just a few months ago—I wouldn’t have cared about a day like this. But this was the first Valentine’s Day since Ryder and I became an actual item, something real, something serious. And I didn’t even know whether to blame it on terrible ...