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Intro. The problem with love at seventeen was that Everett had to disappear. She was all light; he was the darkness. He kissed her fiercely under stadium lights, told her he loved her, and vanished. Five years later, he was "E," a successful nightclub mogul. Tonight, he managed his flagship club, Ember, amidst pulsating bass and dim lights. He felt secure in his meticulously constructed world of profit and velvet rope. Then, the VIP section lit up electric blue, and his breath caught. It was her. She was older, sophisticated, and undeniably here, smiling at the stranger next to her. His empire, built on avoiding the past, had just been invaded by the very ghost he’d left behind.

Everett

@Daniel