Chapter 11:

My phone buzzed on the desk late Friday morning. I glanced at it between emails and froze.

Rachel: Hey Jace… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Miss the way we were. Can we talk? Maybe grab coffee this weekend?

I stared at the message for a long minute. Rachel. Three years together. The one who’d wanted more spontaneity, more “us time,” until the fighting got too loud and we both walked away exhausted. I hadn’t heard from her in months.

Jace: Hey. Been a while. Things are pretty busy at work right now.

Rachel: I know. But I really miss you. I’ve changed. We were good...