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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