“He still loves you.” I croak painfully, knowing it’s not a lie, even if it hurts me. I don’t even know why I feel like I should console her somehow. Maybe it’s the devastating way she is sobbing into the sink while scrubbing my dress and looking like the most pitiful being I have ever encountered. It would be like stabbing a kitten with a hot poker, and I have a little humanity in me, even for her.

“I know he does... He told me he does... But I don’t know if he’s still ...