Once, I was late to work and had to rush out of the house

back!” he said, trying to act casual, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was lying.

“My wallet,” I said simply, my eyes still on him.

“Right, right. You left it on the kitchen counter,” he mumbled, walking past me a little too fast.

Something about the way he avoided eye contact made my stomach twist. I grabbed my wallet, nodded, continue reading …