James had been seventeen, restless, and certain he was destined for something bigger than his small town. One night, he'd met Betty at a bonfire, her laugh cutting through the air like the first notes of a song he hadn't known he'd been waiting to hear. She had a way of making even the quietest moments feel alive as if every second spent with her was a secret the world didn't get to hear. They had fallen into each other with an intensity that felt like fate, all whispered promises and stolen moments in the cool shadows of the trees. But then there was Augustine.