Scarlett

My hands shook as I locked Sweet Escape’s door, the key scraping against the lock three times before I finally managed to turn it. Finn’s scent still lingered in the air – pine and smoke and everything I’d tried so hard to forget. Ray whimpered inside me, already mourning his departure all over again.

The street lights cast long shadows as I hurried away from the café, my heels clicking against the pavement in an uneven rhythm. Every shadow made me flinch, every rustle of ...