NALANI
Days have passed, and one would think that the more calls, texts, and ‘apology videos’ I get from Daniel, the less resistant I would be in my decision, but the reverse is the case. His apologies have been nothing short of coated in entitlement, so I remain firm in my decision.
He has also sent me pictures of ‘gifts’ he thinks are worth my value and enough to make me come back home, but those have only been a bunch of red roses which I don’t like—and he knows, and other measly material things that wouldn’t even be sufficient to woo a lady, let alone fix a betrayal this deep.
On the third day, I ask Keith to come over, and he does within the hour.
“I have something to show you,” he begins after we exchange pleasantries, and I nod expectantly. He pulls out his phone and retrieves
