How it irritated me when Harper was right. Even more so when he was right about things I did not really want to hear.
But with this new and awful revelation, the rot had already set in the moment I had seen my husband embracing my best friend in our kitchen, when my body was meant to be barely cold in the ground. Snaky seeds of doubt had already begun to fester in my mind the very second he had put his hands on her, the way he had used to put his hands on me. It had been like dominoes falling, one by one, faster and faster as everything clicked into place and everything I had I once known was destroyed.
"What? No protests that I must be lying?" Harper said, his forehead wrinkling in a sudden uncertainty. "I'm surprised, Megan. Maybe Brandon wasn't quite as secure on that pedestal as I ha
