Three years ago my fiancé left our apartment empty except for one thing — a note with the words "I'm sorry."

So we don't talk about him.

Now I'm being dragged on a beach vacation by my bestie, what could happen right? Well how about a car accident, a falling accident, and speed dating. The silver lining? All those accidents led me to Ethan.

Ethan awakens a part of me that vanished three years ago. And as I'm in his arms, swaying to the music, I think I'm ready to let myself fall again. Until that dance is interrupted by someone.

But we don't talk about him.

All those memories I had locked away three years ago come flooding back. But am I still in love with him, or have I fallen accidentally in love with Ethan?