Chapter 3

The cloying mix of cheap hairspray and expensive lilies permeated the air, making my temples throb with a vicious migraine.

I stared dead-eyed at the old photograph. My thumb brushed the edge, and the crusty texture of the dried blood made my fingertips tingle with dread. So this was the foundation of the lie.

In my completely fabricated memories, Kevin didn't fall in love with me after some romantic meet-cute. He was Olivia's lover, and I was apparently the vicious homewrecker who stole everything from Olivia.

The realization hacked at my sanity like a rusted saw.

I took a deep…