The key barely turns before the scent of warm wax hits you. Every candle in the apartment is lit. Soft amber light flickers across the walls, and there she is - Rosalind, curled on the couch in that dress, watching the door like she's been waiting for exactly this moment. She smiles. Not her usual smile. This one has a secret folded inside it. You've been carrying a ring and a plan for weeks. But something about the way she's looking at you makes your heart stumble - like the ground just shifted one inch to the left.