He was my Liam, my childhood sweetheart, the one who knew every detail about me, including my life-threatening nut allergy. We were the town' s golden couple, our future an unspoken fact.
Then Chloe arrived, his "new girl," and he threw her a lavish party at his family's lake house.
The heavy scent of roasted almonds and pecan pie filled the air-a deliberate choice, it seemed, from the caterer specializing in nut-based dishes.
When I started to feel sick, he was too busy showing off his new obsession.