After everything exploded, I thought he was driving me back to the college. I didn't question it when we passed the last sign for campus. I didn't ask when we stayed silent through two exits, then three. By the fourth, the road narrowed, the trees thickened, and my stomach twisted.
He veered off the highway at a forgotten turn. Gravel snapped under the tires. The SUV jerked as he wrenched the wheel. "Son of a b***h," he muttered.
He clearly didn't know where he was going. Because he was going to the damn townhouse.
Brooke's townhouse.
I hated the way he pretended like it didn't matter. Like just swapping who lived there erased the intention behind it. The original purpose didn't disappear just because I crossed the threshold instead of her. That would always sit with me.
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