Present time…
Matthew
I pour a generous splash of whiskey into my glass, watching as the amber liquid swirls and catches the dim light.
A bitter laugh escapes my lips, triggered by the uninvited memory that invades my thoughts. What a liar she had been.
But it wasn't solely that one lie. It was the web of deception that followed, each tightening the trap around me.
And the biggest one was…
I throw my head back and toss the whiskey in the back of my throat, welcoming the burn that follows.
No, I won't think about that now. It was in the past, I tell myself that.
Back then, I had lost all control over Sarah and everything else. But now, I am in control and I won't let her play me.
I set the glass down with deliberate care, fingers lingering on its smooth surface and wince as I remember again.
Pregnant. The word keeps repeating in my head like a damn curse.
