Logan sat in the waiting area of the small boutique, staring blankly at the floor. The sound of the ticking clock echoed in the otherwise quiet shop.

Around him, racks of gowns shimmered under the soft lighting, their delicate fabrics swaying gently as if trying to catch his attention. But Logan paid no mind to them.

His thoughts were elsewhere, trapped in memories of a time he wished he could forget but couldn’t stop revisiting.

He remembered sitting in this very boutique years ago, not with Amelia, but with Julia. He could still picture Julia’s smile as she modeled dresses for him, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her laughter filling...