Mamie lay back in Felice’s therapy chair, nerves prickling beneath her skin.
A faraway countdown echoed in her mind, then everything blurred into a golden amber glow. Flickering lights, soft and unsteady, surrounded her. It felt like she was sitting in a car, the world outside bathed in orange.
Out of that hazy light, a hand reached toward her. The fingers were long and elegant, a silver watch glinting on the wrist. The watch’s logo caught the faintest bit of light, subtle but sharp.
She saw the rest of him then. Crisp suit, sharp brows, and a face so striking it filled her whole vision.
“Where do you live? I’ll take you home,” he said.
Mamie’s heart skipped. “Scott?”
Why did this man look so much like Scott?
He adjusted his jacket, voice steady. “I’ll take responsibility for what happened today. From now on, we’re together. After you graduate, we’ll get married. Okay?”
He turned, and his profile made her head spin.
Marry him after graduation…
Was Scott her ex?
The thought hit her like a key clicking open a door she didn’t know existed. Memories fluttered through her mind, dark and fleeting, gone before she could grab them.
The world spun, and she snapped back to herself.
Felice’s gentle voice broke the silence. “What did you see?”
Mamie gulped in air, chest tight like someone was squeezing her throat. She reached up and felt her cheek. Cold, wet—tears she hadn’t noticed.
The man in her dream wasn’t wearing glasses. He seemed younger, but that feeling—the heaviness, the authority—felt so familiar.

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