I headed straight home after leaving the café.
The second I pushed open the door, I saw Sean sprawled lazily on the couch, playing video games.
He looked completely relaxed, as if our vicious fight from the night before had never happened at all.
"Sean, we need to talk."
He didn't even lift his eyes from the screen.
"Talk about what? Still hung up on the Sloane thing? I already told you, I didn't lie to you."
"You didn't lie?"
I picked up the ceramic mug—the one he'd claimed was a gift from Sloane—and hurled it hard onto the floor.
The sharp crash of shattering porcelain made him jolt upright, his eyes darting with panic.
"I met Sloane today."
I stared straight into his eyes, enunciating every word clearly and coldly.
"She told me the truth. You two were nothing more than colleg
