I no longer cared whether he lied beautifully or badly.

The next morning, he slept late, made coffee, checked his phone, and announced he was going to “meet someone.”

He didn’t apologize.

He didn’t explain.

He didn’t even bother inventing a fresh lie.

Five minutes after he left the driveway, his location appeared on my phone.

Marissa’s street.

I stood in continue reading …