The Missing Best Friend
When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking.
He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?”
“It went well.”
I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot.
It was my favorite pork ribs.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile.
“I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead.
The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched.
The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.
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