The acceptance letter sits on your kitchen counter. You already know what it says - and you already know you're not going. Rhys Calloway has been your wreckage and your home since sophomore year. On-again, off-again, always combustible. But this time something feels different. Colder. He showed up tonight looking for a fight he clearly planned in advance. The words he's using are too sharp, too surgical. And somewhere between his cruelty and your silence, it hits you - he's not angry. He's terrified. He's trying to burn this down before you can choose to stay inside it. You know this town. You know him. The question is whether he'll let you prove it.