Three years later, the city lights looked different to Amelia.
They weren't as sharp, or maybe her eyes had changed. Either way, when her car passed the river and the skyline came into view, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Peace.
“Almost there," her manager, Grace, said from the front seat. “The sponsor booked the whole restaurant. Very grand."
Amelia looked out the window.
Three years.
Three years since the video.
Three years since the court had quietly stamped the papers that ended her marriage.
Three years since she had left this city with just a suitcase, her mother's hand in hers, and a new life drawn in her mind like a rough sketch.
“Are you nervous?" Grace asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
“A little," Amelia admitted. “It's my first time wor
