EMBER’S POV
One of them was “I love you.” I remember the way his eyes found mine across the table when that card was read. The certainty in his expression.
“No,” I say quickly. “I don’t want to know.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not ready for whatever you want to say, and I’m not sure I want to hear it.” I take a breath, trying to steady myself. “I don’t have space in my life for one more complication, Rafael. Whatever you think exists between us, whatever hope you’re holding onto, I need you to let it go. Please, I beg you. There’s no future for us. I’m not available, and I’m not interested, and I need you to accept that.”
Rafael is quiet for a long moment.
“What if I told you we’re meant to be?”
“I’d tell you you’re wrong.”
“You sound very certain.”
“I am certain.” My voice is firme
