Without Cillian as a topic of conversation, my interactions with Remi dwindled. However, he insisted on regular check-ins for my safety.

"Living alone can be risky," he advised. "Why not list me as your emergency contact for takeout orders? That way, delivery folks will assume you're

When I showed up, the dead look in Cillian Anderson's eyes sparked to life. He jumped up, took a couple of steps toward me, then froze in place. His lips quivered as he murmured, "Madelynn..." before the tears came rushing.

I'd never seen him this way before—always so composed. Watchin

I never spoke about what happened at the hospital that day, and Remi pretended it hadn't happened either. Two months later, I got an email that required me to pick up some belongings from the house where Cillian and I had lived. I asked Maeve to come with me, and after some thought, I a