After that day of telling the truth to Miles, he didn't come home again. Clarke hasn’t even contacted me since.

One day, while I was scrolling through my phone, I received a photo from Miles.

Coincidentally, Miles’ car stopped by the road to where I was sitting on a bench.

The passenger-side window rolled down, revealing my former fiancé's handsome face. “Get in. I'll take you home.”

Nichole waved at me from the driver’s seat. “Gayle, we came to pick you up. You’re our friend after all.”

They looked like a couple just swinging by to pick up a friend. I forced myself to stand up and willed myself not...