I had made up my mind. I spent the entire day talking things through with my mother, Ramona Atherton, at the company.
The sun sank toward the horizon, and Vito never sent me a single message.
He believed he had done all he needed to do. He was just waiting for me to admit I was wrong.
Just one minute before, Tiffany had put up a new post on i********:.
It read, "Happiness is just this—two people and one dog. You eat breakfast with me in the morning, and walk the dog with me at night."
The attached picture captured their shadows walking side by side under the setting sun. Ample stood next to them, tongue lolling out in a happy grin.
I knew the truth then. He was out strolling with Tiffany.
Vito had even liked the post.
I spotted another detail right away—he'd replaced our old couple profile picture with a photo of Ample.
I was the only one left still using my half of the matching set.
I quickly changed my own profile picture without hesitation.
Vito kept waiting for me to message him first. But I would never reach out to him again.
I felt completely drained when I finally got to my front door.
The door suddenly flew open.
A jolt of fear shot through me.
A large dog charged out, barking loudly. It knocked me to the ground in the blink of an eye.