"Everything okay back there?" the driver asked, catching her eye in the rearview mirror.

"I won't call you," the singers harmonized, their voices intertwining like smoke.

Selin pulled her phone from her pocket. She looked at the contact she had pinned to the top for three years. Her thumb hovered over the screen. In the past, this song might have made her cry, but tonight, it felt like a permission slip.

A based on this specific "broken heart" vibe?