Sorry doesnโt mean anything! Not when youโre still with him. Itโs not just that you cheatedโitโs that heโs still here, and youโre still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that thereโs nothing I can do to stop this. I canโt think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. Youโre shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And itโs killing me, Faythe. Youโre killing me. And itโs only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.
Rachel VincentWhen I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people. And now he was gone.
Rachel VincentI am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
Rachel VincentMarcโs hand tightened visibly around Kevinโs fingers, his digits going white. Again. Both men clenched their jaws, Kevin in pain, and Marc in an obvious effort to control his temper and keep from breaking Kevinโs hand. Off. Why couldnโt guys find a more original way to test each otherโs manly prowess? Arm wrestling might have been more subtle. Or maybe comparing the length of theirโฆcanines.
Rachel Vincent