JUSTIN – POV
She was lying to me.
Every twitch of her lip, every flutter of those damn lashes, the way she couldn't keep eye contact for longer than a second—it all screamed bullshit.
I could feel it crawling under my skin like fire ants.
Her stupid hoodie. The way she kept tugging at the collar like it could somehow erase the goddamn bruises I'd already seen.
The way she walked in this morning, all careful and tight-legged like her whole body had been wrung out the night before.
Yeah. I knew.
I fucking knew.
And still, I asked.
"Who were you with yesterday?"
I needed to hear her say it. Needed to know if she'd give me the truth—or if she'd look me in the eye with that sweet little mouth of hers and feed me another lie.
She took a step back. That alone told me everything.
But it was the answer—"no one"—that nearly pushed me off the goddamn cliff.
