Chapter 3

My stomach was in knots, and I couldn't take it anymore. I dashed into the bathroom and hurled into the toilet like my whole world was spinning.

The sour, bitter bile scorched my throat, but the pain didn't even register.

Andrew and I grew up together, and we had been together for 30 years.

He shattered all those pure memories between us in the dirtiest way imaginable.

I braced myself against the cold sink, staring at the woman in the mirror with red-rimmed eyes, face as pale as a ghost.

I tugged at the corner of my mouth, wanting to…