The Thousand-Day Streak of Lies

Cher

und, his hand raised. "Kallie! What are you saying?! That's a lie

ith, a few weeks ago? When Cayla was sick with the flu? You told her you had a 'client emergency' and spent the night at my place. You said you needed c

co apartment, texting him for comfort. He' d promised to call back, then went silent. He was with her. He wa

a fury that burned away all reason. "Both of you! You deserve each other! Go to hell!"

rate voice followed me, his footsteps thudding

ound was sharp, definitive. "Don't you dare touch me! Don't you dare try to expla

hen I had that terrible flu? I was alone, miles away, begging for a call, for some comfort. You tol

orite color anymore? Do you remember the day we met? Do you remember a

d on my face, devoid of any answers.

finger. It felt cold and foreign. I brought my arm back and hurled it with all my might onto the polished marble

Or don't. I don't care." I straightened my shoulders, feeling a strange clarity. "This decade of my

anger with a familiar face, then tur