Sasha

Dexter was lying to me. He had never before taken a phone call in the other room, so last night I stood by the bedroom door and listened to his conversation. He was talking about some sort of package, about me being suspicious. My heart had been beating the whole time, as I wondered what had changed between us in the past forty-eight hours. Maybe my gorgeous, bipolar boyfriend was done with being good. Maybe he was bored and needed to boost up his ego in the arms of another woman.

There was a possibility that he was buying drugs. He hadn’t touched any dodgy pills or weed since...