Camile
I can feel the lies sticking in my throat, hanging like a toxic fog between Mark and I. He knows I"m not telling the whole story about what happened between me and Matthew. I swear to him, and to everyone else, that I wasn’t sleeping with Matthew. We were not romantically involved. I know how bad that would look.
The story goes that we met when I visited the shelter. On a whim, which is the truth, I decided to foster a puppy. A puppy Matthew had just found a permanent home for. He showed up at my house to pick up the puppy.
Mark says my lies remind him of the OJ Simpson case, where Nicole Brown allegedly went to retrieve the sunglasses she left in a restaurant and two innocent people ended up dead because of it. I know what he’s insinuating, but I refuse to take the bait. The sur
