Amelia looked listlessly around, her gaze settling on the man sitting inches away from her.
Outside, the streetlight filtered through the window, layer upon layer casting shadows on his face, and layer upon layer falling away into her heart, leaving behind imprints years old.
She stared at the man's handsome profile, feeling a quick stab of sadness. No matter how beautiful those old memories were, they had been irreversibly transformed.
They were no longer each other's only one.
Even though it was just pretence, even though it was fake, Lana Parker existed, standing between them. She couldn't ignore her, even if she wanted to.
As Amelia was lost in thought, she turned her gaze out the window again.
The rain hadn't stopped, the road was flooded in several places, and a long line of cars stretching ahead was caught in a massive traffic jam.
It was already past ten in the evening. Normally, the roads would be clear by now. This jam must have been caused by an accident.
