Gracey sat in her cozy apartment in downtown Vancouver, staring at her phone.

It had been months since she left for Canada, months since she had any real connection with her old life. Life had moved on, and so had she. Or at least, she thought she had.

She scrolled through social media absentmindedly, pausing when a familiar name popped up, Richie.

There he was, smiling in a photo, his arm wrapped around his beautiful woman. Leah. The caption read: "Engaged to the love of my life."

Gracey’s heart sank momentarily. Not because she wanted Richie back.

She’d accepted long ago that they were never meant to be. It was...