104 Sundays of Lies

resets ev

the white walls so bright they hurt my eyes. A m

eyes and a p

, Gabby,"

me this every Sunday. He a

cident. Two years ago. Rock c

morning, the last two years vanish, and I' m 25 a

small silver

ays, his voice soft. "Ever

ptop on the bedside t

in a hospital room, down on one knee, slipping a diamond ring onto my finger. There we are, hik

' s my fiancé. He

. I' m a burden. A broken reco

n," I whisper, my ey

ing his arms around me. "I'

s. He pulls awa

she' s up. The usual

iend. The name fe

genuine smile spreading across my f

s. "She works with m

r sta

They' ve been amazing. They see i

ink I' m with them. It was easier that way, he explains. Less conf

rives, she ru

It' s so good

t' s a little too familiar, a little too comfortable.

now the design. I know the price tag. It seems.

see her

t' s a delicate

old notebook years ago. I

too, Maria," I s

g unreadable in her eyes. "Oh, this? Et

ressed. I pull on a pair of jeans an

a fresh tattoo. It' s crude,

wo

S LY

sitting hard on the edge of the bed.

my family. My b

o for my phone. I

, my voice trembling.

oorway, his express

ember? I ordered you a new one. I

ile. But this time, it d