up a lie.
“Lina.”
My mind refused to process it.
“My sister?”
Ryan slowly sat down.
“We never planned for this to happen.”
I would come to hate that sentence.
People say things like that after betraying someone, as though infidelity is some kind of accident that simply happens to them.
As though they slipped and accidentally booked hotel rooms.
Accidentally lied.
Accidentally fell into bed together again and again.
I stared at him.
“How long?”
Ryan rubbed his forehead.
“Almost a year.”
Almost a year.
I was pregnant with
