Chapter 6

I asked Zoey out for dinner.

We met up at a local bistro.

She strutted in wearing a brand-new dress, her makeup flawless and her hair perfectly blown out.

"Hey, girl! It's been forever!" she said.

She threw her arms wide, leaning in for a hug.

I forced a smile and hugged her back.

As we embraced, I caught that familiar scent—sharp and unmistakable.

Wild Bluebell. Jo Malone.

"So, how's life?" I asked.

"Ugh, just buried with work," Zoey sighed. "What about you? How are things with you and Ryan?"

"We're doing okay," I replied.

"That's good," she smiled. "Honestly,…