Celine couldn’t sleep. She lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling as the muffled city noises bled into her apartment. Liam’s voice from the night before replayed in her head like a broken record—sharp, desperate, cold. Every chuckle, every sarcastic jab they had shared at the café now twisted into something uglier, as if she had been laughing with a stranger all along.

Her pillow felt too hot. Her blanket is too heavy. With a frustrated sigh, she threw them off and sat up. Maybe ...