The city lights blurred as Skylar sat in the back of a cab, her fingers gripping the small velvet box in her lap. Inside was Henry’s ring—the same one that once symbolized forever, the same one she had worn with pride, believing in promises that had turned to ash. Now, it felt like a weight dragging her chest down, demanding release.
She had typed the message hours earlier with trembling hands. Meet me at Crossroads Café. Tonight. No explanations. No pleasantries. She had half expected him not to come. Half hoped he wouldn’t.
But Henry wasn’t the type to let go of what he believed belonged to him.
The cab pulled up in front of the café, its warm lights spilling onto the quiet street. Her heart pounded painfully as she stepped out, heels clicking against the pavement. She had picked this
