*Claire*

Deflated. Miserable. The moment I arrived home, I sank into my pajamas and curled up in bed. I told Nathaniel I had another headache and that everything went okay, but I know he knew I was lying at that moment. I hated lying, but it was the only way for me to quickly excuse myself and avoid eating dinner with Amber.

I knew I didn’t like her, but this was a whole new level of loathing.

She, of all people, decided to question me and say that I didn’t love ...