Scarlett's gaze drifted toward the entrance.

And she saw him. Jeremy.

He was standing in the winter sunlight, looking wrecked, still wearing last night's clothes. The photos from Twitter/X flashed through her mind, and something cold and sharp settled in her chest. After everything — he was going to stand there and look at her like that?

The irony was almost funny.

She smiled. Soft, unhurried, like a woman who had finally set down ...