The night Theo Mercer told me he had loved me for years, I was standing in the lobby of the Strand with a developer's offer in my coat pocket and a deadline ticking toward midnight. The Strand was the one thing my father had left me that still felt like ours, and Theo was the one person I had never managed to stop wanting. His confession should have been the answer to a question I'd carried since I was seventeen. Instead, it came beside a proposal that could save the theater only if I surrendered control of it, and beside a promise Theo had made on my behalf without asking me first. I had to decide whether his love was real, whether his plan was forgivable, and whether I could trust him with a future that belonged to me, too.