Chapter 1

Ever since I saw that unsent Instagram draft on River's phone, I changed completely.

When he worked night shifts, I stopped waiting up.

When his clothes carried unfamiliar perfume, I stopped asking questions.

When he explained that running into his first love was just a coincidence, I said flatly, "I believe you."

In the car accident, he instinctively shielded Clara in the passenger seat. I was in the back, my face covered in blood from the impact.

At the gallery, he threw himself toward Clara without a second thought. I stood there, cut by shattered glass, no one caring.

At the fire scene, he rushed in recklessly to save her. I stood outside and took off the engagement ring he'd just placed on my finger.

I left a breakup note on the coffee table, flew to Africa, and disappeared into the crowd.

Three months later, he tracked me down to the savannah like a madman, his eyes red. "Winona, you're the one I actually love."

I looked at him and smiled. "River, I don't care anymore."