~ Becca ~
Stephen doesn’t know.
That’s the only reason I’m still here.
If he knew, the game would already be over.
I’m standing in my kitchen staring at my reflection in the microwave door when Nate walks in without knocking.
“You’re pushing it,” he says.
No hello.
I don’t turn. “With who?”
“You know who.”
I face him slowly.
Stephen.
Not suspicion.
Not recognition.
Just obsession.
“He’s losing control,” Nate says.
“That’s not new.”
“No. But this time it’s different.”
I cross my arms.
“How?”
“He can’t handle that you don’t care.”
I almost laugh.
I care.
Just not about him.
“That’s his problem,” I say calmly.
Nate watches me like he’s trying to figure out if I actually believe that.
“You think this is still fun?” he asks.
“Was it ever fun?”
He ignores that.
“He co
