Not long after everything died down, Brandon showed up out of nowhere.
One day, I was just about to head out when I spotted a hunched, defeated figure by my front door.
I stared for a second, then said hesitantly, "Brandon?"
Brandon turned to look at me. His usually handsome face was gaunt, his cheeks hollowed out. "Abigail... you and Fernando? Is it real?"
I didn't hesitate. "It is. You know me better than that. I'd never use stuff like this for clout."
Brandon closed his eyes, pained. A bitter, hopeless smile tugged at his lips.
That last tiny spark of hope inside him died right then.
He'd never tracked me down after coming back from the Duvara Federation.
Then a movie he'd signed onto started filming, so he'd had no choice but to report to set.
The shoot was out in the desert,
