Chapter 4

The morning was grey and sullen, the kind of day where the sun seemed shy and the clouds held their secrets close. I stood in the chill of our garage, my breath visible in the dim light. Ryan’s car loomed before me, an unwelcome monument to the betrayal nestled within its confines.

I approached it with the same caution I might a sleeping beast, every step deliberate and measured. The Hello Kitty phone holder sat innocuously in the passenger seat, a pastel harbinger of Amanda’s insidious presence. I reached for it, fingers steady despite the adrenaline pulsing through me.

The…