That was the thing that closed the door.

Not the betrayal itself, but the glimpse, all at once, of how little had ever been real underneath it.

Chapter 4 — Remember This Moment

I smiled.

It was not happiness and it was not peace.

It was the sound of a door closing quietly somewhere inside me.

“Then remember this moment,” I said.

“Because it’s the last one you’ll ever get from us.” Beau gave a small laugh, almost gentle, the way you laugh at someone you have decided is overtired.