Page 23 of David

The last thing I want to discuss is that I hate going to my cousin’s wedding.

“You know my life.”

We’ve kept in touch these past few weeks but haven’t been as close as we were when she was here.

Doing long-distance anything is hard.

“Klaus?”

“He’s gone.”

“Gone, gone? Like he’s a missing person or something?” she jokes.

He always hinted that he wanted to run away and reinvent himself someplace else.

We even talked about it.

“New girl,” I say, and her lips pucker with displeasure.

“Yikes.”

“No, no. It’s fine. She wanted him, so I asked her to take him.”

“Did you really have that conversation with her?”

“Yes.”

I shift, pull the small mirror closer, and continue putting on my makeup.

She expects me to continue.

“We were at a party, and she flirted with him,” I say, handling a brush. “And he flirted back like he was a horny tomcat.”

“Cute,” she mutters sarcastically, biting back her repulsion.

“Yeah… I thought so too. It was a boring party, so I said to myself… Why waste my time? I talked to her, handed him over, and left.”

“And he said nothing?”

“I didn’t stick around to find out. And Klaus and I never talked after that night. It was the right call. I’m getting better and better at this, although…”

I freeze, realizing I almost had a slip of the tongue.

She’s waiting and waiting, while I put the eyeliner pencil down, check my eyes in the small mirror, fully aware of her scorching stare on my cheek, and pick up a different brush from the case.

I’m sure she’s noticed my hesitation since we’re still on the same topic.

“Although what, Liz? What were you saying there?”

I toss the brush back into the case and move my eyes to her.

Arching an eyebrow, she slowly shakes her head at me.

“You’ve gotten better and better at spotting a loser, but…?” she says before I make an annoyed gesture.

“That’s not what I was thinking about.”

I suck in a long breath.

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