NICOLE
Endless thoughts are racing through my mind, each more troubled than the next.
It’s like I’ve just dissected Haley inside of my mind and I’m pulling her apart, trying to get to the very core of her. She’s someone I once called a friend—no, a sister. Haley was going to marry my brother, and I’d be the bridesmaid. Her only bridesmaid, she once said, smiling at me tenderly.
How’s it possible that it was all an act?
I know what I heard, and when he showed me the video of her entering his apartment building, I knew he wasn’t lying. I saw her in that dress—there’s no way around it.
Then, there was the strange question she asked me a few days ago. She wanted to know whether I was still talking to Roman, and she seemed so strange when she asked it.
By God. Was it…jealousy? A stre
