The Counterfeit Husband

Raina

The smell of coffee turned my stomach the moment I stepped into the kitchen, which made no sense at all, since I had been drinking the same brand every morning for the better part of a decade.

I stood at the counter and stared at the machine like it had personally betrayed me, then gave up and poured myself a glass of water instead, holding it against my lips longer than I drank from it, wai