as, a landscape from a memory, but my mind was elsewhere. It was on Liam. My Liam. We' d been friends since we were kids, our houses b

ling Two Girls?" but it was the picture that made my stomach clench. It was a blurry shot of

le. The caption was anonymous, a throwaway account. It read, "This guy told my friend he was single, but I know for a fact he has a g

m and I were supposed to go to the mountains this weekend, a trip he' d ju

ed, the one right next to my art studio. Every detail was a perfect match, a cruel, precise inventory of my life with Liam. I felt a wave of nausea. The anonymous wor

e. I needed him to laugh

g so badly I almost missed the butto

warm, the same voice that had calm

ied to keep my own voice st

dad with some stuff in the

he was with her, the other woman. The lie hun

throat feeling dry. "A post. It talked

girl' s voice in the background, faint and

eople are crazy." He chuckled, but it sounded forced, tinny. "I

lked to her this morning, she was planning her garden. The disappointment was a physical thin

Sarah, from a few weeks ago. We were having coffee, and I

Chloe? I mean, he's great, but sometimes... he seems a little

ust being protective. He's Liam

e doesn't mean you know the

ng signs, the little inconsistencies. The times he' d canceled plans at the last minute. The a-little-too-frie

wall, I stared at my half-finished painting. The vibrant colors suddenly seemed dull, lifeless. The

. The sweet words were just a script he used to get what he wanted. The love I thought we had was just... conveni

bout a lie, it was about a complete betrayal of our entire history. The grie