That’s your choice.

Just stop asking me to pretend she is nothing but an innocent childhood friend, because I have the receipts, and now I have the recording, and I am done pretending.”

For the first time in all the years I had known him, Logan did not reach out to comfort Chloe.

“Chloe,” he said, and his voice was flat and dead.

“Go home.” For months I had prayed for this very thing — the one moment where he would choose me over her.

And now that it had finally, finally arrived, I stood in that coffee shop and felt precisely nothing, because it had come years too late and for the wrong reason entirely, and a thing you needed desperately at one moment can become worthless by the next.