The holidays passed in a blur after Zoe finished school.

College awaited her — a fresh start. She was nervous, excited, her heart beating a little too fast as she walked through the unfamiliar halls on her first day.

She headed upstairs toward her first class, distracted by the new surroundings, the echo of voices, the sterile scent of the building.

Then, at the end of the corridor, she stopped.

Someone stood by the door to her classroom.

A familiar silhouette.

A face she hadn’t seen since leaving New York.

…Her ex-girlfriend.