“Wrong about what?”
His eyes remained fixed on Sebastian.
“Men who love a woman look at her when she enters a room.”
A strange chill moved through me.
“What do you mean?”
Grandfather sighed.
“Your fiancé watches everyone except you.”
At the time I dismissed it.
Because that’s what people in love do.
They defend the person they want to believe in.
Over the following years, however, small things began collecting inside my memory like pebbles filling a jar.
Nothing enormous.
Nothing undeniable.
Just enough to create discomfort.
Sebastian missing anniversaries.
Vivian somehow knowing details of private conversations.
Late-night messages he claimed were business related.
Family vacations where they disappeared at the same time.
The way my sister laughed at jokes before he finished telling them.
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