I knew the woman who had helped me choose my wedding dress.
I knew the voices, the smiles, and the small gestures that made their betrayal impossible to mistake.
Megan reached for his hand.
“What about Kylie?”
Ryan’s expression changed.
“What about her?”
“She saw us.”
He looked toward the lobby entrance.
“I’ll handle it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ll tell her we were confused, that things have been difficult, that we made a mistake.”
Megan stared at him.
“Do you really think she’ll believe that?”
Ryan lowered his voice.
“She has to.”
I felt something inside me go completely still.
He wasn’t sorry.
He wasn’t even worried about what he’d done to me.
He was worried about finding an explanation convincing enough to make me accept it.
Megan touched his cheek.
“And Dawson?”
“I’ll deal with that later.”
They kissed again.
This time, I didn’t look away.
I took out my phone and photographed them together.
