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The men started tearing at my clothes, my fiancé. Griffin and my best friend Blair were sitting just outside the alley, eating gelato. I fought wildly, my fingernails scraping across the brick wall until they bled. I kept screaming Griffin’s name. He never moved. He just scooped up a spoonful of pistachio gelato and slowly, deliberately, held it to Blair’s lips. I cried until I couldn't breathe, until my voice was shredded raw. Only then did the men let me go. Griffin walked over with a smile and helped me up from the ground where I’d collapsed. “Blair just finished her master’s in psychology in the UK,” he said. “She told me the only way to desensitize you from the trauma is to re-enact the scene.” Three months ago, I was dragged into this same alley by a group of men while delivering an urgent file to Griffin. Ever since, I’d been drowning in severe depression and PTSD. The sound of men laughing was enough to make me shake uncontrollably. At night, I’d wake from nightmares, gasping, clawing at my own skin just to feel real again. Blair gave Griffin’s arm a squeeze, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “See? I told you it would work.” “She experienced a major trigger and didn’t resort to self-harm,” she explained. “It means her self-destructive impulses are already diminishing.” The tension drained from Griffin’s shoulders. “You really are the expert.” They looked at each other and smiled, as if they had just cured me. I lowered my head, staring at the split, bloody skin on my fingertips. Then, I laughed too. That night, fireworks bloomed again and again over the Cumberland River. I walked alone onto the pedestrian bridge where Griffin had proposed to me, and I jumped. ... The river water rushed into my nose and mouth. Just before I lost consciousness, Griffin grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the surface. When I came to, I was lying on the riverbank. The moment he saw me breathing, the panic on his face curdled into anger. “If you wanted to swim, why didn't you go to the gym pool?” “Jumping into the river in the middle of the night—do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” “What would have happened if I hadn’t been here?” Blair came over, wrapped in Griffin’s suit jacket. One hand was pressed to her chest, as if she were still trying to calm her racing heart. “It’s a good thing Griffin was here with me tonight, setting off fireworks.” “A little later and no one would have seen you fall in.” I followed her gaze. Across the river, the fireworks still hadn’t stopped. Bursts of gold rose into the night sky, then fell, shimmering, onto the water’s surface. So, while I was giving up on my life, Griffin was on a date with Blair. As the fireworks exploded, my mind reeled back two years. It had been here, by this same river, that Griffin had proposed. He’d filled the sky with fireworks that night, too. The light had danced on his face as he knelt on one knee, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold the ring box steady. “Colette, I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy.” He’d said it with such sincerity, I actually believed him. I had cried as I held out my hand, thinking I’d finally found someone who would never leave me. But tonight, in that alley, I had cried his name until my voice gave out. He had stood just feet away, watching as I was dragged back into my own personal hell. And now, at the very spot where he had promised me forever, he was setting off the exact same fireworks for another woman.Blair stood before me, a huge bouquet of Juliet roses in her arms. Even in the dim evening light, the flowers were breathtaking. In our third year together, I’d seen the same bouquet in a florist’s window. Griffin had asked if I liked them. I nodded. The moment he saw the price tag, his brow furrowed. “A bouquet that costs thousands of dollars? It’ll just wilt in a few days.” “Colette, we shouldn’t waste money on things like that.” After that, ev......

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