Mia
I haven’t been able to wrap my head around what happened with Brad. No matter how many times I replay it, something doesn’t sit right. Maybe it’s because I don’t understand. Or maybe it’s because I don’t want to.
Why was he being so kind to me?
Why did he offer to help with my mother’s medical bills?
Why did he hold me last night like I mattered—like I was something precious instead of disposable?
Those questions circle my mind endlessly, each one sharper than the last.
We made love last night. Not just s*x—love. At least, that’s what it felt like to me. And now he’s nowhere to be found.
I should have seen this coming. Men don’t do things out of kindness. Not really. Not without wanting something in return. And now that I think about it… maybe this was always the plan. Get me in
