a soft, self-deprecating sound. “Oh, this old thing?” she said, smoothing a hand over the shimmering fabric. “He actually picked it out for me, you know. A little birthday gift.”
The world dropped out from under me. My fiancé? He bought it for her? FOR HIS MOM?On my birthday? The air left my lungs in a silent gasp. The thought echoed, screaming in continue reading …