Jeremy sat alone in the restaurant for a long time.

The rain kept falling. A fine, relentless drizzle that showed no sign of stopping as dusk crept in and swallowed the last of the light. March rain could soak the earth down to its bones — but it couldn't touch whatever was frozen inside Jeremy. His fingers kept turning the coral bracelet over and over in his palm.

Scarlet Dream. His dream.

He didn't fully understand why he'd made things so hard for ...