And Sabrina stood alone in the vanilla-and-burnt-sugar silence, wondering why that phrase finally sounded like a goodbye she wasn’t ready to say.

Chappell didn’t answer right away. She wandered into the living room, picked up a framed photo of Sabrina and some guy neither of them remembered the name of, and set it back down. “You heard the new single?”

“I’m always busy,” Sabrina replied without looking up. “What do you want?”