I lock the shop door with shaking hands. The metal clicks too loud like it’s announcing how unsteady I am. My reflection stares back at me in the glass… flushed cheeks, eyes full of chaos.

Diesel Gray is back. In my face. Under my skin. Everywhere.

The man I slept with the summer I turned nineteen.

The heels I wore for confidence feel like punishment now. I kick them off as soon as I get upstairs to my apartment.

The space is warm, clean, and quiet, nothing like the storm inside me. I flick on a lamp and drop my keys in the bowl by the door.

He’s across the...