Alex POV
I watched the door close behind Krystal and I sat back in my chair, but my mind was stuck on that text message and the way her face had turned white when I brought it up.
I had spent the entire night staring at her phone until the battery died, and every time I thought about that "I miss you" message, I felt a hot surge of anger that I couldn't control.
She was lying to me about the sick aunt, I could feel it in my gut, because Krystal was always a bad liar when she was nervous and her hands were shaking so much she could barely hold her purse.
I kept thinking about how much she had changed since college, because she wasn't that thin, fragile girl anymore, and her body was fuller and more womanly in a way that made it hard for me to focus on anything else.
It made me furiou
