Chapter 4

I paused, my heart twinging as if something had gently pricked it.

He actually remembered.

Before we broke up, we really had gone strawberry picking together. I'd been thrilled like a child seeing such a field for the first time.

Deangelo, already a star back then, had still worn a straw hat and mask, walking through muddy soil with me without complaint.

Memories were a bitter poison, eating her up inside.

Amber forced the emotions down, refused to look at him, and kept picking.

Deangelo lingered behind her. When she didn't react, irritation flickered across his face.

[So you're just…