Andrea’s phone clattered to the cold asphalt, the screen lighting up brightly in the darkness as Henry’s name flashed across it. The ringing cut through the silent parking lot like a siren, sharp and urgent.

She lunged for it with everything she had left, heart exploding in her chest. “Henry–!”

Caleb’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back so hard she stumbled. “Don’t,” he snapped, his voice no longer soft or apologetic. The fake remorse he had worn at the café was gone. In its place was the cold, controlling tone she remembered too well–the one that used to make her shrink back in college.

She twisted...