I never thought I’d end up here—on a rooftop in Brooklyn, guitar in hand, watching the city breathe beneath me. A year ago, I was living in London, writing songs with the man I loved. Now, he’s on the radio, and I’m trying to remember what it feels like to sing without pain.

But then I met Dan. A washed-up producer with a whiskey habit and a broken family. He heard something in my voice that night at that dive bar—something even I had forgotten.

We made an album. Not in a studio, but on bridges, in parks, on fire escapes. We recorded the city, our lives, our regrets. And for a moment, I thought maybe music could fix everything.

Now, the album’s done. Dan’s going back to his wife. And I’m standing at a crossroads.

My phone buzzes. It’s Dave. He wants me to come to his show. Says he’ll play our song—my version—live. That he’s changed.

Do I go? Do I face him? Or do I let the past stay where it belongs?