Callie
The whole town had spilled onto Main Street for the Fall Festival—music, laughter, and the sugary scent of roasted nuts in the air. Strings of lights hung above the crowd.
I should have been happy. Grayson’s hand brushed mine as we moved between stalls, but something inside me was restless… like I was waiting for something to break.
Mary stood by the cider stand, flawless as ever in her wine-colored coat. She smiled when she saw us.
“Grayson,” she called, lifting her cup. “I didn’t think you would actually show up.”
He gave a polite half-smile. “You know I don’t miss this.”
Her gaze flicked to me. “Of course not. You always loved the festivals.”
Always. That word slid under my skin. They had history… one I couldn’t rewrite.
Grayson introduced me to a vendor, but I wasn’t rea
