For two whole months, Callum didn't send me a single message.
Amelia, on the other hand, posted new honeymoon photos on i********: every single day. Every shot slipped in a glimpse of Callum, a hand here, a shoulder there. Nobody else would notice. I did.
Someone commented under one of her posts.
A: [Who on earth got Amelia to settle down this young!]
Amelia replied.
Amelia: [Someone really wonderful.]
I saw people saying that Amelia and I were best friends, and that our weddings came just a few months apart. I let out a scoff, lifted my eyes, and blinked hard, willing the tears back.
Who could've guessed? Amelia and I had married the same man.
I made myself scroll through two months of her posts, like pressing on a bruise. From a quaint old town to the Maldives, from chasing the n
