I put the key back where I found it. My breath beatboxes up and down my trachea as I go back to the car. I sit behind the wheel, bury my face in my hands.
Well.
Now I know.
She’s beautiful in that raw, earthy way that’s the opposite of pretty. No makeup. Natural hair. Doesn’t give a shit about her clothes, clearly. Why would she?
If I had her bone structure, I wouldn’t care, either.
A giggle comes out of me like a hiccup. My rib cage quivers. Something like sobs, but not really.
She said she was a friend, then that she was his cousin. It was a lie. An obvious one.
All I know is there’s a woman in his house, and she’s definitely not his cousin.