Amelia POV

“The thought of loving again terrifies me. Can I survive another shattered heart?”

The question hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over my already fragile emotions.

Stella reached across the table, placing her hand over mine. She offered a reassuring smile. Which did little to douse the flames of mistrust burning within.

“Amelia, you should move on. Maxwell already did,” she said in a soft tone.

A bitter smile crept onto my face. Maxwell, huh? ...