miss you. Let's have dinner tonight. - O." Olivia was trying to reel me back in, to smooth over the chasm that had o
stunning blue dress, one I had bought for her on our anniver
ase. Let's
ouching me, after she had been with Brandon, made my skin crawl
, her voice pleading. "We can fix this. I've b
ff. "There
mpty space on the wall where a picture frame should have bee
ad burned it, that I had watched our smiling faces melt into black as
ess in her tone. "We can go back to how things wer
part of me, a foolish, masochistic part, wan
utes, it almost felt like old times. Olivia was charming, attentive, trying to bridge the gap between us
wore jeans and a simple shirt, looking complete
humility. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I just... I
"Brandon, what are you doing here? I t
now I'm the reason you two are fighting. I just wanted to apologize to you, Liam. In person." He looked so genuinely
tive instincts kicking in. She turned to me, her eyes flashing with ange
ng. But this time, something inside me had changed. Instead of reacting with anger or pa
er more than any outburst woul
support. "Oof, I just feel a little dizzy," he murmured, pressin
her hand on his arm, her voice filled with the same tender concern
he needed food, her every action a painful echo of how she used to care for me. I watched them, a spectator at my own life. She
nk you, Olivia. You're so good to me." He then leaned in and, in a bold move that shocked even m
belated recognition that this was a line that shouldn't be crossed in front of me. But the damage wa