We get to the airfield in the dark. Marissa travels with us, invading my territory, and I resent her presence. She’s wearing Jake’s sunglasses over her

pale face, despite the late hour; I’m guessing she has puffy eyes from crying, and even that tiny little detail causes me so much internal trauma. Those glasses are always meant for me, not her.

She looks effortlessly seductive in a clingy cream dress that showcases her curves and long, curled hair. She hasn’t said one ...