The Lie We Called Love
But it’s her eyes that hold my gaze—they’re a cold, unnerving shade of blue, and they fix on me with an intensity that makes me feel like I’m being sized up.
“So you're the side chick. Oh, my bad, 'fiancée'.” She stresses the word a little too much as she slumps on my couch, eyes on Levi now. “I don't remember you having a thing for young girls, Levi, especially the skinny ones. She looks like she’s gonna break.”
“Please… don't,” Levi cuts in, face scrunched up. I interrupt before he can continue; my voice is calm as ice.
“And what should I call you? Dead wife? Graham's mom? What are you?” I face her fully, shoulders squared, blood thrumming in my veins.