The Truth Hidden In A Folder

KLYN

e repeatedly. My carefully constructed world, built on f

round our small apartment, tidying up, making sure everything was in its place. He always

still hoarse from crying. "Tell

slight frown creased his forehead, but it quickly smoothed

orn then, he' d never put anyone he loved through that pain. "I learned my lesson, Brooklyn," he' d said, his eyes earnest. "I

s, and then came to sit beside me on the couch. He lea

ver truly love her. Promise me you' ll always come back to me. That I' m your only one." He

ve of nausea hit me, violent and unexpected. I lurched off the couch, pushing past him, an

. Tears, involuntary and hot, stung my eyes, mixing with the

"Brooklyn? Are you okay? What' s wrong? Should I call a

r a coat. "Come on, let' s get you to the hospital. You' re shiveri

n, my ph

flashed: Ch

helsey, honey. Your biggest fan." I would have laughed, a genuinely happy

The concern in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a flicker of

ne, his eyes darting to me, then back to the screen. He

ts. She' ll start drama if I don' t answer, then she' ll try to drag you into it." He was alway

He walked out of the bedroom, c

t protecting me. He was protecting them. He was so brazen, so utt

lown sob. And then, Grant' s soothing murmur, his voice low and comforting. "Shh, b

such a walking disaster," he grumbled, but his eyes, I noticed, held a distinct sparkle. A

nds. She' s such a trouble magnet. But I have to go. She' s completely beside herself." He grabbe

sband, who had just promised his lover he was "on his way." My best friend,