Before I knew it, I was alone in the two-bedroom unit again. My phone pinged ten minutes later. It was an email notification. One of the many that I’ve been receiving since last month. Another one that’ll bite the dust. It came from an anonymous sender. At first, I wanted to ignore it because with the kind of technology these days…it’s so easy to fake a photo. But as harmless as I presumed they were---they still hurt me.
They’re Mal’s photos, shot from different locations in the city. Places where he would never take me because I knew he and Lili used to hang out there. That was their place and it will never be ours.
“Oh, God…” I muttered under my breath. My heart sank. “Oh, God…”
It was Mal again. This time, at our favorite cafe---with Lili.
Malachi's POV:
Do you know how an alcoholic quit drinking years ago but relapsed with just one tempting bottle of his favorite booze?
That’s how I felt when Lili called me a month ago. She had no one in the city and she’s picking off where she left off---that means she’s starting with me.