The city was alive with noise, but Leah heard none of it.

Lagos pulsed around her with horns blaring, traders shouting, the endless current of bodies pushing past one another but for Leah, the world had shrunk to a single thought, a single obsession.

Jason.

Her Jason. The man who once whispered promises against her skin, who fought beside her, who had been the anchor in storms. The man who she had betrayed by kissing Ethan. The man who left in anger and went AWOL.

Her grief was no longer a flood; it had hardened into something sharper. Cold. Focused. A blade pressed against her ribs, reminding her with every...