The Goodbye He Never Saw Coming
Plot twist.
The second she shifts her weight forward, I move first. I grab a handful of her hair, twist her momentum, and shove.
Splash.
Olivia screams as she hits the water, the sound cut off by the splash that soaks half the deck.
People nearby rush over, gasping, shouting. I just fold my arms and watch the chaos unfold with a small, satisfied smile.
Inside, I’m already crafting the perfect story.
This time, Olivia won’t get to paint me as the victim. No, this time, I’m the one with the upper hand.
And I plan to keep it.