~Alistair~

It had been two days since I got to learn of Eliana’s betrayal. She always texted me in the morning and in the evening, and I replied as usual. I didn’t want her to know that I was aware of what she had done to me; at least, not yet.

I was always able to read people and know when they weren’t who they claimed to be, why hadn’t I sensed that Eliana was not who I thought she was? Had I been so blinded by love that I could not even read the writings on the wall? Maybe I should write an autobiography about these past three months,...