“Hear me out, at least!” Jake’s voice was desperate, his hand reaching out to grab mine as I was about to get into the car. His touch felt cold, wrong and like something I never wanted to feel again.

“Why are you treating me like this? You once loved me, Amelia!” he said, his voice cracking, his eyes wide like he still couldn’t believe I had moved on.

I stopped and looked at him, the words stinging, not because they were true, but because of how empty they felt to me ...