Nathalie.
I stood by the window, hands twisted into my dress sleeves, watching him make a call and slide into his sports car. The same car he'd once driven me around in, before all of this mess.
Then he drove off without a glance back. "Fuck." I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. Ugh. Did I cause this?
Caroline's contact lit up my screen, but I let it ring out, refusing to answer just yet. I needed time alone first, time to actually feel this, to process what had just happened. Should I have told him I was talking to Caroline?
She'd begged me herself to keep it hidden, and now I had an even better reason to. If I'd said her name, she'd become the prime suspect, and it would drag her whole family into it.
But I don't want to lose him. What if he wants to lose me? My hands clutched at my
