Madeline got in, and the car sped to April Hill.

The autumn sun was setting over the horizon as a salty breeze blew about from the sea. It was a taste of the past, but as little as the camphor tree had changed, it was no longer the same.

Madeline had hated April Hill ever since the last time Jeremy brought Meredith over.

She could still remember the words Meredith told Jeremy, how she had described their first meeting that was so similar to hers with Jeremy.

Was it a coincidence, or was this another prank fate liked to pull?

Pondering quietly, she twisted her head to find Jeremy opening a bottle of red wine.

“What’s the cause of your distraught? To think that you would drive so far, perhaps this is a place you hold dear in your heart?”

Madeline walked toward him, intentionally speaking in a confused tone.

“Could it be that this was where you and Meredith got together?”

The bottle opened with a pop just as Madeline’s voice fell.

Jeremy lifted his gaze to meet Madeline