EMBER’S POV

“Ember?” His voice shifts from playful to panicked in half a second. He pulls back, trying to see my face in the darkness, his hands cupping my cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I say something? Fuck, was it the goat joke? That was too soon, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No.” I’m laughing and crying at the same time, which is humiliating and messy and I can’t seem to stop either one. “No, it’s not you. I just…”

“Just what? Talk to me. What do you need?”

“I’m just…” The words come out broken, hiccupping. “It’s actually over. I’m never going back to him. I’m never going...