nda'
betrayal sat heavy in my gut, making me feel sick. Every breath
ok on the wheel, but I kept them there tight, my knuckl
g like wet paint. I blinked hard but the tears kept coming, hot and steady. This wasn't r
s I goi
drew's office, and I still had no idea where I was going
lf and the mess behind me. Only the engine kept going, fi
I drove past. Horns blared in the distance but I didn't hear them not really.
was now a cruel joke. White. A color for innocence.A color for fools. For f
sa's body tangled with Andrew's flashed behind my eyes again and again like a horror
er. Of all people, it was her. I used to think blood meant somet
he boys, the attention ,they never wanted her. Not really
Or maybe she was always like
on the passeng
dr
glancing fully. He didn't get access to me anymore. Not with excuses. No
sure I wasn't going home besides that, the house wasn't
k, side by side. Fresh out of scho
'd become a background fixture. A tool. A name he used
d wait for him to explain it away like he a
never r
drove south, leaving everything I knew behind. My thoughts raced, faster tha
eded
use or the firm. Out o
talent was measured only by how well it propped up his ego. Wher
. The freeway signs stretched across
d. Barstow
ga
r honeymoon back when Andrew still looked at me
life, wild and unstructured. Neon lights. Endles
's what I
tate. A version of
idea took root. Vegas wasn't just a fant
. Not the house. Not the furniture we picked out together whi
ve , I had to protec
the engine. The silence that followed was thick like it was waitin
every design I'd ever created. Projects Andrew had taken credit for. Ideas I brought to life that he pr
notebook next an
ckl
through a client, not the one
all join
from the firm quietly,
nge my
isap
e list. Then a
back s
e white dresses and waited to be chosen. I'd be the woman who r
e buzze
ne
cou
it. I blocke
d seen the pictures, heard the voices,
t know I h
d and they were going to
sn't ready to hit Vegas yet. Tonight, I needed sleep. A cheap motel. A qu
ndrew marri
n replac
't want
nted l
ready to f