Eight Years, A Twisted Play

ained, his voice low and apologetic, as if t

, I would have been hysterical. I would have been crying,

empty. A hollowed-out versio

of hair behind my ear, my m

om head to toe. It wasn't a friendly glance. It was an as

"Chloe, this is Ava Miller. Ethan's..." He hesi

in the thick

lifted his head. His eyes were unfocused,

his words echoing through the now-s

in their eyes was a physical force. It felt like the air was being squeezed

done it

dodged questions from his family about when we were getting married. The holiday parties where h

didn't like labels. Another lie. The truth was, I was just a p

she was. Hi

m, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It h

gile thing. I turned my attention to Chloe, w

e to finally meet you, Chloe.

s steady, e

e always said you were the one that got away. It must feel good to know y

ilent. You could ha

e of shock and awkwardness. They looked back and fort

kly. She simply raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a silent dismissa

d himself up into a sitting position, his eyes b

eyes scanned the room wildly until they lande

ng to his feet and rushing to her side. He

she said, her voi

around her as if she were made of glass

d that grated on my nerves. "Ethan

way he knew the slightest change in h