LOGINThe new apartment was small.Bare walls. A couch that had seen better days. A kitchen with exactly one working burner.But it was mine.I'd found it three weeks after coming back to the city. A tiny studio on the fourth floor of a walk-up building. No elevator. No dishwasher. No laundry in the building.But the windows faced east, and the morning light flooded through them. And the landlord didn't ask questions when I paid in cash.It was the first place I'd ever had that was completely my own.No Sloane. No Mason. No Katherine. Just me.I spent the first week settling in. Hanging curtains that were too long. Assembling furniture that came with missing parts. Learning to cook on a stove that had a mind of its own.I loved every second of it.Sloane came over on Saturday.She walked through the door and stopped. "This is... cozy.""It's small. It's tiny and It's mine."She looked at me. Then she smiled. "You're happy here.""I am.""I can see it." She sat on the couch. "It looks good o
I'd moved away from all the drama. At least find myself and not pine over a man I wasn't sure was mine yet. I'd been avoiding Mason. Well, not avoiding exactly. I just hadn't called. Hadn't texted. Hadn't shown up at his doorstep like the old Lucy would have.The old Lucy had been desperate. The old Lucy had been waiting. The old Lucy had been pathetic.I wasn't that girl anymore.London had changed me. Katherine had changed me. The box of my mother's letters had changed me. I'd spent months learning who I was without Mason Chen hovering in the background of my life.Turns out, I was pretty interesting without him.I had friends now. Real friends. People who didn't know me as "Sloane's charity case" or "the pool house girl." People who knew me as Lucy. The one who made terrible jokes. The one who could quote entire chapters of Jane Austen. The one who was writing a novel she'd never let anyone read.I had plans. I had goals. I had a life.And then I saw the billboard.The same one I'd
The trial began on a Monday.I woke up before dawn. My stomach was in knots. My hands were shaking.Sloane was already in the kitchen. Coffee. Toast. She didn't say much. She just handed me a mug and sat beside me."You're going to be fine," she said."I know.""You're going to be great.""I know."She reached for my hand."I'm proud of you, Lucy. No matter what happens."I squeezed her hand."Thank you."Mason picked us up at eight.He was dressed in a dark suit. His jaw was tight. He looked like he hadn't slept."You ready?" he asked."No.""Good. Neither am I."He drove in silence.***The courthouse was cold when we arrived. I sat in the hallway, waiting. My name was called. I stood up.Sloane squeezed my hand. Mason touched my arm."Remember," he said. "You're not alone."I nodded and walked into the courtroom.Vincent was there.Sitting at the defendant's table. Dressed in a suit. His eyes found me immediately. He smiled.I felt sick. But I didn't look away.The prosecutor asked
Chapter 29The next few weeks were normal.As normal as they could be, anyway.Mason took me on dates. Real dates. Dinner at quiet restaurants. Walks through the park. Movie nights on his couch where we didn't even watch the movie.He was patient. He didn't push. He let me set the pace.I was grateful for that.But I was also scared.The nightmares started again.Not every night. Just sometimes. I'd wake up gasping, heart pounding, the image of the car still fresh in my mind.Sloane noticed the dark circles under my eyes."Are you sleeping?" she asked one morning."Not really.""Nightmares?""Yeah."She didn't push. She just handed me a cup of tea and sat beside me.Mason noticed too.We were at his house one evening. Sitting on the couch. His arm around me. I was trying to relax. Trying to feel safe.But I couldn't."Lucy." His voice was soft. "What's wrong?""Nothing.""You're shaking."I looked down at my hands. They were trembling."I'm fine," I said."You're not."He turned to fa
Chapter 28I spent the night at Sloane's apartment. She gave me her bed and took the couch."You sure?" she asked."Positive."She didn't argue. She just squeezed my hand and told me to sleep.I didn't.I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment with Mason. The way he'd looked at me. The way his voice had cracked. The way he'd said he'd been waiting.But I also remembered the pain. The billboard. Vanessa. The way he'd pushed me away.I didn't know what to believe.The next morning, Sloane made coffee."So," she said. "How are you feeling?""Confused.""That's fair."I wrapped my hands around the mug. "He said he's changed. He said he's been waiting. But I don't—" I stopped. "I don't remember loving him. I remember wanting him. I remember being obsessed with him. But I don't remember the good parts."Sloane nodded slowly."Maybe that's a good thing," she said."How is that a good thing?""Because you get to start fresh." She met my eyes. "You get to decide who he
I arrived back in the city on a Tuesday.The plane landed. I stepped off. And for the first time in months, I felt something other than emptiness.Nerves. Anticipation. Fear.I took a cab to Sloane's apartment. She didn't know I was coming. I wanted to surprise her.The door opened. Sloane stared at me like she'd seen a ghost."Lucy?""Hi."She pulled me into a hug so tight I couldn't breathe."You're back," she whispered. "You're really back.""I'm back."We sat on her couch for hours.She told me everything. About Mason. About the search. About how he'd fallen apart when I left."He hasn't been the same," she said. "No more blondes. No more parties. Just work and waiting.""Waiting for what?""For you." She met my eyes. "He's been waiting for you, Lucy. He never stopped."I was quiet for a moment."I don't remember him," I said. "Not the good parts. I remember the pain. The betrayal. The billboard." I paused. "But I don't remember loving him."Sloane nodded slowly."Then maybe it's
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice. If I don't get away from her soon, I'm going to ruin everything. Her. Me. He was talking about me. I replayed the conversation a hundred times. I've spent ten years watching her. She looks at me like I'm furniture. Mason Chen had been watching me. F
Three days passed.Three days of avoiding Mason. Three days of hiding in the pool house like I was scared of something, him.I tried not to think about the nights he came home late.The job lead went nowhere. Mason made a call, like he'd promised, but the position had been filled by the time I reac
I woke up to sunlight and the sound of someone knocking. Not the polite way of knocking. The I own this property and I'll bang on your door if I want kind of knocking. Loud. Insistent. Three sharp raps that rattled the frame."Lucy."Mason's voice. Rough, like he'd just woken up too. Or maybe he ha
Mason's Mercedes pulled up forty-five minutes later. I knew it was his before I even looked up. I'd spent my entire adolescence listening for it, heart hammering every time Sloane mentioned he was coming home from the city for the weekend. Tonight, my heart hammered for a different reason. The c







