Page 150 of Trying Sophie

Chapter Forty

Aoife: I have proof Declan didn’t cheat on you.

Sophie: What? How?

Aoife: Eoin.

Sophie: What do you mean?

Aoife: Remember me asking you if Eoin had been in the photo Fucking Maggie showed you?

Sophie: Yes. And I told you I couldn’t remember.

Aoife: Which is why I asked him.

Aoife: I *knew* my brother wouldn’t cheat on you. He’s mad for you Sophie. But I also knew you needed proof so I grilled Eoin until he begged me to leave him alone and he *swears* the last time Maggie was at the bar with them was over six months ago.

Sophie: How can he be sure? And how do I know he wouldn’t lie for Declan? He’s your friend and your brother’s teammate.

Aoife: A funny thing about Eoin: he’s obsessed with Instagram. I think he posts more selfies than those Kardashian twats. So fecking vain.

Sophie: I’m not following.

Aoife: The other interesting thing about Eoin is that he backs up all the photos on his phone to iCloud. Every. Single. One. He has three years’ worth of pictures floating around in the ether.

Aoife: Hold onto your hat Sophie, because I think I’m about to blow your mind.

Aoife: …

After waitinga handful of seconds while little eclipses danced on my screen, a picture popped up. The same picture Annie had shown me at Aidan’s party. I sucked in a breath and felt my temples throb.

Sophie: When was this taken?

Aoife: I told you, a little over six months ago.

Sophie: Are you sure? There’s no date.

Aoife: No, there’s not. Which is why I knew you’d need to see this one too.

Aoife: …

The next photo that hit my screen was a screen cap from Eoin’s Instagram account. Like Aoife had said, Eoin loved him some selfies. But that’s not why this was the best picture in the history of Instagram pictures. It was dated from June and to the right of Eoin’s blue steel was a grinning Maggie perched on a disinterested-looking Declan’s lap. And they were all wearing the same clothes from the picture that had caused all of this.

Sophie: OMG. I think I love you Aoife.

Aoife: I *know* he loves you. The question is, what are you going to do about it?

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? The problem was, I didn’t have an answer.

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