Amelia POV

The taxi driver glances at me in the rearview mirror for the third time in ten minutes.

"You okay back there, miss?"

I wipe my face with the back of my hand. "Fine. Sorry."

"No need to apologize." His voice is kind. Grandfatherly. "Heartbreak or hospital?"

"Both."

He nods like that makes perfect sense. Maybe it does.

The city blurs past the window. Glass towers give way to suburbs, then highways, then finally the winding coastal road that leads to Saltmere. The small town where I ...