The Second Chance Trap

vanilla air freshener filling my lungs. I was standing behind the counter of "

th grime. Below, my fiancé-ex-fiancé-was holding Molly, my best friend, my maid of honor. He had just announced his love for her

oked down at my hands. No blood, no broken bones. I looked at the calendar

as

he door chimed, and my

face. She was wearing a pastel pink sundress that I now knew she

" she said, her voice dripping with th

and cold it felt like swallowing ice. This was the woman who had orchestrated my dow

he continued, leaning over the counter conspi

on perfectly. This was the day she told me her

by. There's this app on my phone, this 'Karmic App,' and I can't delete it. It says that any man you start to like.

the counter. Her touch felt like a spider crawling on my skin. I

whispered, her voice a pe

hiding behind them. The app wasn't a curse. It was her weap

t and devoid of the sympathy she w

ime, I was going to be