I trip my way down into the underground, fingers fumbling for a token I keep tucked in my phone case for emergencies as I lunge through the turnstile and into the tunnel. The subway arrives, only a few of us boarding. I find a seat in the far end of the car, huddle with my cheek pressed against the window and allow my tears to leak endlessly from my eyes.
I now know why Ruben looked like he wanted to say something. Probably not to warn me. Maybe to call out to Bianca that the show was over. I trusted Miller, believed in him. But he was with her all along.
Didn't he say they knew each other since he was a teenager? Sure, he denied they were a couple, but wait, no. He didn't. Specifically said he wouldn't deny it. Just said she was a master manipulator.
He. Never. Denied. It.
They had to
