Chapter 3

I’d had eight months to realize just how much of a control freak I must have been for him to even consider doing such a thing to us. I’d been so rigid. Everything had to be done according to my say-so, not one thing—even in the bedroom—done from his wishes, though the sex was always good. I stared at the two of us, holding each other and laughing at the camera on the beach in Costa Rica, a vacation we’d taken a month after he’d moved in with me. We’d been so happy together. I’d been so happy.

I kissed his smiling lips through the glass and placed the frame next to the lamp. I turned off the light and snuggled down after thumping my pillow twice. My eyes closed as I sent up a prayer that tomorrow’s dinner with Brandon would move us a step closer to getting back together. I couldn’t go on like this anymore. I was lost without him.

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