If someone were to look at my life right now, like actually look, not the curated snapshots I post on Instagram, but the real behind-the-scenes footage, they'd probably assume I'm starring in a really underfunded documentary titled,

Burnout: The Glamorous Decline of Charlotte Montgomery.

It's been two months since London. Two whole months since I ghosted the city, the hotel, the man, and quite literally everyone else. And yet, here I am, still living in the emotional aftershocks like they're rent-free guests in my very overpriced penthouse.

"I'm saying this with love," Callie begins, already offensive, "but you look like someone who haunts train stations."

I blink at her from...