Amelia pov

I never wanted to attend the party.

When the invitation arrived from Maxwell, elegant and deliberate, I tore it in half without reading past the first line. I was done with Los Angeles. Done with ghosts that refused to stay buried. My bags were already packed, sitting neatly by the door of the apartment I had never truly called home. Luke was asleep in the other room, his soft breathing grounding me, reminding me why I had to leave.

Then the text came.

Please come. Even if ...