The red box with the pink ribbon lay pitifully on my desk. Inside was an automatic pistol that I was supposed to give to Fiona as her twenty-first birthday present.

Fuck.

That woman was such a bitch. She lied to me, as if she was very happy and grateful for the surprise dinner I prepared for her. Her gaze, her movements, and even the tears that welled up in her eyes looked so real. The kiss felt real too. I didn't know someone could fake a kiss that great. I didn't see any lies at all, or maybe ...