The phone buzzed against my nightstand at eleven. A single text from Brianna, accompanied by an image file.Thought you'd want to see this before it's everywhere.I stared at the screen for a long, quiet minute, waiting for the coldness to set in.It was a photo. Carlson Miller, hand in hand with my sister on the back porch of the retreat lodge. The lake was a dark mirror behind them, the golden hour bleeding over their shoulders. They were lit up in a way I’d never once managed to get out of him in three years of trying.I was used to rejection. It was a currency I knew how to handle. But being cast aside for Cheryl, quiet, limping, forgettable Cheryl, who had spent her entire life collecting dust in whatever shadow I happened to throw, was a humiliation I didn't have the vocabulary to survive.My fingers were steady as I dialed Megan. She picked up on the second ring."She's with him," I said. My voice was too quiet, too flat. "Officially. It’s disgusting.""I know. I saw," Me
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