She kissed his cheek — dry, final, nothing like the fires they used to set. Then she picked up her coat from the chair by the door and walked out into the rain.

"Say what?"

Ahead, the city waited. And for the first time in years, Lexi Luna smiled like someone who had just spoken the last true word. If you meant a different genre or a specific line from the original title, please share the full title, and I can write a completely different story (sci-fi, thriller, comedy, etc.) that fits the wording without explicit content.

The words hung between them, heavy as soaked velvet.

Lexi finally turned. He stood in the threshold of the living room, hands in his pockets, looking every bit the ghost she’d been trying to exorcise. Her heart — that traitor — did not skip. It thudded, slow and heavy, like a fist on a door she’d locked herself.