Tristan

A week had passed since her absence, and I was just as miserable as before.

She had lied. Not just about her pregnancy but other things.

And the worst part?

I knew. For no matter how short a time I did.

I already had hints that something was wrong. It wasn't difficult to see, considering how distant she had been acting over the past few days. Those hints of emotion she thought I couldn't see were clear to me no matter how much she tried to hide it. I was ready to wait, to be patient ...