You knew they had history, Arthur and Mary, but you never thought it’d wind down to this. When she sent him that note, you were sure he’d crumple it, leave it in the dirt, along with any feelings he had for her. But you were wrong. It was around 11PM when he saddled up, but the full moon helped you spot him. Headed into Valentine.

“So, you’re going?” After everything. You wanted to curse, scream, anything to get him to understand how unfair this was to you. Arthur looked around. “To Valentine? No. Well… not first. I’m… going there on my way back from Strawberry.” He padded his answer with all kinds of bull, but nothing would distract you from the big picture. He was going to see Mary.