The last time Sasha came looking for me was downstairs from Tiffany Preston's place.
She wasn't crying. She asked, "Did you know all along that he doesn't love me at all?"
"I didn't."
"Then why aren't you jealous at all?"
"Because I don't want him anymore."
These words made her face go completely pale.
She pulled out her phone and brought up her chat history with Luke.
"He watched movies with me, remembered my birthday, and knew what I liked. He did more for me than he ever did for you."
I glanced at it.
Before every boundary was crossed, Sasha had hinted that something bad would happen to her. When Luke refused to see her, she sent a picture of an empty pill bottle. When Luke didn't reply to her messages, she said someone was stalking her. The so-called break-in was also her inte
