Liana's POV

I left Serena at that café table thesame way I had left my past. The wind had picked up by the time I made it to my driveway, tugging on the hem of my coat as if it wanted me to stay. But nothing could make me do that anymore. Not fear. Not regret. And certainly not Dominic.

My keys jangled as I pushed open the front door, jamming it back into the cozy warmth of home. Laughter bubbled up, a clinking, gurgling sound that wrapped around my heart like a memory.

I kicked off ...