Epilogue—Cyrus Five Years Later She’s wearing my shirt. Five years, and that simple sight still has the power to ruin me. I lean against...

Chapter 1-Mia If anyone asks, I'm not actually eating my feelings.  The pink-frosted cupcake staring back at me from my pristine oak desk...

Taylor- Five years later... The gentle hum of the city drifts in through the open windows of our penthouse, mixing with the soft sounds...