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Author’s POV
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“What do you mean it’s Tyson’s shirt?” Julie asks, walking over to Liv and Liv opens her mouth to respond, but nothing comes out as she staggers backward, the room tightening around her, before dropping the shirt like a burning ember.
There has to be an explanation. Jess wouldn’t do that to her. She takes long strides to Jess’s closet, clutching her stomach as the sense of dread squashes her insides. With frantic desperation, she rips the door open, hoping against hope that this can all be explained away while Julie’s voice echoes in the background, suggesting the possibility of another man using the same cologne as Tyson’s, but that’s not another man’s shirt. That’s Tyson’s shirt, and everything inside Liv knows it.
Her
