The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

offended instead of honest, because honest would’ve meant admitting you were right.”

My fingers worried the edge of a wrapping-paper scrap on the table.

“I loved you like a project I kept promising to get back to. That’s disgusting. I know that now.”

Emily’s eyes filled, but she blinked it back.

After a minute she said, “I wasn’t perfect either.”

I almost continue reading …