CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Can I help you Miss?” The woman spoke, spinning me out of my semi-haze. We didn’t look alike but our physical attributes were too similar not to notice. Did Dane pick me because I was her?
“A-Are you Cynthia?” My voice was shaky. I wanted to hear her say no so I wouldn’t feel worse than I already do. I’d known Dane for three years and in those, two years I’d been married to him. Just how much of our marriage was a pretend for him? How much of all the promises of love and forever were fake? Every single time he told me he was in love with me, was he saying it because she saw her in me?
“Yes and who are you?” She questioned. She didn’t I was of course. That’s when is hook out of pain, wore a hardened expression and squared my shoulders up, holding my head high. It wa
