The trunk thudded shut like a warning. My hands were shaking, my heart already halfway to goodbye. Every late-night call, every rushed shower, every time he flipped his phone facedown had carved a crack through my trust. I was so sure I knew the ending. At 2 a.m., under a blanket in the backseat, I unlocked his screen and saw someth… Continues…
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