I look at Zara's pink hair, pink lips, and her flawless skin. Despite what I want to think, she doesn't look like a slut or manipulative. She looks sad, like she's just lost the love of her life.
I don't need to interrogate her. Just by looking at the tears pooling in her eyes, I know the truth. She was in love with Sullivan. From the pictures I found in his room, I can tell he was in love with her.
I reach into my purse and pull out the pictures of the two of them. "Here," I say. "I found these in Sullivan's room."
She tentatively takes the pictures from my hands. A tear falls down her face when she stares longingly at each one.
"Thank you," she says, holding the pictures to her chest.
I'm about to leave when Zara calls out, "I'm so sorry, Kierra."
I nod. And look at her for a long
