RY

's apartment building. It was the fi

the car and followed me inside, a

looked surprised to see me. Her gaze flickered to Collier s

n a gray uniform and sharp face, came out

her mouth. "Oh, it's Miss Avery. I thought you wouldn't

her a warning lo

I said, forcing a small smile. "All of

say "husband." It felt to

before handing me the spare key. She'd always liked me, al

t it. This place I had once thought

. The painting of the Boston skyline I'd done for him, hanging over

d a handful of large black tras

unreadable. Then he wordlessly picked up anothe

ected him to stand by and watc

my art supplies. Everything went into the

given him for our second anniversary. He'd sa

y hand, and dropped it into the trash bag without a

ge flutter in my chest.

am. In less than an hour, every trace of Aver

ar team winning the championship. Fuller was at the ce

t like a monument to my own stupidity. I rolled up th

, throwing my toothbrush, my fa

ound the sterile, impersonal

vy bags, and I took the other

her expression pained. I handed her ba

g my arm. "You des

LER

he locker room , toweling my wet hair. My phone w

and called

ated panic. "Miss Avery was just here! She t

? What did sh

force a breakup. However, I can't shake this feeling of intense annoyanc

she a

was with a man. A very tall, han

sible. This was a game. A stupid, childish game to make me jealous

dialed Avery's number. It

he loud bang echoed through the hallway, m

sundress. She linked her arm through mine, her sm

I didn't want her to se

and understanding. "We should really talk to her,

.Finally, a decision was made."You're right, I will

she can pretend not to care.But tomorrow night,

ation. Fortunately, I remember that

coming back. I let out a slow breath