Lucretia sat alone on a bench in the school's garden, gazing down at her feet as she absentmindedly tapped them against the ground. Her thoughts swirled, replaying the recent arguments with Philip, each memory sharp and bitter.

"I never thought things would go this bad between us,” she murmured to herself with a sigh. “I couldn’t even tell him how I really feel.”

Lost in thought, Lucretia was startled by the appearance of a hand holding an ice cream cone in front of her. ...