The rain poured down angrily, imitating the anger burning inside Emily. Her heart was beating like a drum against her ribs, a funny opposite to the click-clack of her shoes on the wet street. Just a few minutes ago, she received a text on her phone. It was from a secret "friend" who seemed worried. All it had was one blurry picture. A picture of Mark, her Mark, with his arm around another girl. This girl had hair like sunshine and a smile that made Emily's heart ache. Underneath, a cruel message: "The Landmark, 8 pm. Don't be late." The Landmark. Their special place.