The city lit up at night, neon signs bleeding color across the dark.

Scarlett sat alone on a bench in Crownmere Park, hollow-eyed, watching the scattered reflections of stars riple across the water. Her own thoughts were still playing back inside her head — embarrassing, pathetic, impossible to silence.

'Let me think things over. Think about our future.'

'Jeremy, I've thought about it. I think we should—'

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A small, broken ...