ok of practiced concern. He dropped the grocery bags, and the sound of

ng in here?" he asked, his voice dripping wi

take my hands. I snatched them aw

I said. My voice w

hair from my face. His touch felt like a spider

ured, his eyes full of a fake sincerity I had once

re hundreds of pictures of her, David. Love letter

is... a friend. An old friend. I was wor

h he lied. He thought I was still the

, the words cutting through his p

oss his face. Shock. It was quickly replaced by a d

Don' t be ridiculous, Sarah. You're

thing. He would hold me, whisper sweet things in my ear, and tell me everything w

e person who had wal

my feet. "No. There' s nothing to

was gone, replaced by an edge of annoyance. "You're having a litt

y pain over Jake to get close to me, all so you could clear the way

ters towards him. He di

almly. "Where have you been all day,

Where have you been, David? You told me yo

ightly. He didn't li

meeting," he

iversary gift from said you gave him the keys to

nic in his eyes

er lie, a soft, hesitant voice

Are you

pped. I knew

iful, her eyes wide with manufactured innocence. She was hol

gaze fixed entirely on David. "

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