SCARLETT
The next week was weird and uncomfortable. Simon became polite and distant around the house. He avoided my gaze at dinners. Simon barely spoke to me, like he was trying to avoid the temptation again. It was exactly what it should be, but it felt like punishment to me.
“Simon's in a mood lately,” Mom said over breakfast, frowning at her phone. “Probably work stress.”
I nodded and pushed the eggs around my plate, I wasn't interested in this discussion not while he was the topic. The truth was much worse than what she thought.
The next afternoon, I went to the city's library to clear my head, there were too many memories. I was buried in novels when someone sat across from me.
“Scarlett, right?”
I looked up, I had seen this guy from a seminar we'd attended. He was tall, nice a
