HE SAID HE’D NEVER SEEN YOUR SCARS. ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT, HE ADMITTED HE KNEW YOUR FACE BEFORE YOU EVER SPOKE-kybie
You stare at him as if the room has dropped ten degrees in a single breath. The apartment is small, warm, and filled with the quiet leftovers of your wedding day. A paper box with half-eaten cake sits on the kitchen counter. One white heel lies near the couch, the other tipped over by the…