One year later.
On the rooftop garden of the Skyward Building.
I wore my favorite red dress, like a flame come to life.
Beside me, Sawyer stood with his hands in his pockets as we looked out over the city below, drowned in glittering lights.
Then my phone vibrated at the worst possible moment.
A friend request appeared from an unfamiliar number.
The verification message was unusually long, and every line was soaked in bitterness and resentment.
Unknown Number: Scarlett, after everything you've done to my son, can you really sleep with a clear conscience? You venomous woman!
A news link followed.
"Yale Clark, Founder of the Bankrupt Clark Architecture, Remains in a Rehabilitation Facility. Sources Say His Condition Has Shown Little Improvement"
I read it.
The article contained a
