Chapter 42

Farren's Point of View

After we had roamed every home improvement store in the mall, we headed to the food court. Isabelle was starving and I wasn't far behind. We spoke in hushed whispers and giggles. She would point out people she knew. Tell me all about the scandals surrounding them. It was a nice way to kill time.

And to distract me from the world collapsing around me.

"That girl over there..." Isabelle said. Pointed at a girl our age licking an ice cream amongst a group of men a tad older than her. She was twirling her hair with a finger. Looked lost as she gazed at them. "She cheated on her mate with his best friend. No one saw it coming. They were the perfect couple. Her mate hung himself shortly after."

A travesty. To have so much trust in a person only for them to ruin it all. Break your heart into millions of pieces and never apologize for it. How she could carry on after knowing what she had done to him... It would always be a mystery to me.

"When was this?"

"A month or t