Pictures of Betrayal

Nadia

I stared at the phone for far longer than I cared to admit. I wished this was a dream, that I was imagining Torin smiling at someone else, posing for pictures with his hand low on her waist.

And my brain wasn’t helping because it was churning up vivid images of them having a post break-up slash apology accepted, hot, reckless sex.

I distinctly remembered that girl because I had seen her run