It’s been a week since I found out Knox has a wife, and I’ve been ignoring everyone in my life like it’s a full-time job.
My phone has turned into a graveyard of unread messages and missed calls—Knox, Finn, Serena, and my mom. But I can’t bring myself to open anything. Every time I see Knox’s name pop up, my chest tightens and I feel like I might shatter.
I don’t know why I’m this mad. I don’t. It makes no rational sense. He told me the marriage wasn’t real. That it was a favor. That he did it to keep a promise. And I believe him. But none of that justifies the ache I feel when I remember him kissing me goodnight at the precinct. Then him calling a cab and going home with her.
To “discuss her claim about being framed for shoplifting.”
Sure.
For all I know, Soraya dropped that bracelet
