lurred into meaningless streaks of color. The apartment I had once loved, a space I had meticulously designed to be

ng in the emptiness. I didn't cry. The shock was too

David Lee, my oldest and truest friend. I let

the hell happened?" His voice was a lifelin

," I said, my own voice s

've been telling you for years." His anger was a warm blanket. He

u did," I

folio for the Paris internship just 'disappeared' from his office? And he

m. I had cried on his shoulder, and he had held me, telling me another opportunity would c

bing my temples. "I'm so tired of

good for him, Sarah.

e wreckage of my own naivety. He reminded me of all the little red flags, the subtle manipulations I had brush

ully constructed illusion. A

the words finally coming into foc

e inside me. It wasn't loud or fiery. It w

g the scent of Olivia' s cloying perfume into my clean, sterile spac

annoyance, not concern. He thought I was waiting

He walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, not even lo