MONICA SANTINO
I’m sitting in the kitchen, fiddling with my cup of tea, when I hear the door open and footsteps approaching. I know it’s Caleb before he even enters the room because I am in his secret apartment, what used to be our safe spot. I can feel my stomach churning, my palms start to sweat, and I feel like I might throw up. I take a deep breath as he walks in, trying to steel myself for what’s about to come.
“I can’t believe you did this to me,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “What the hell were you thinking?”
"I was thinking that we were in love," I say, my voice trembling. "I was thinking that you wanted this as much as I did. I was thinking that we could have a future together."
Caleb stares at me, his eyes cold and hard.
"You knew I was seeing other people," he
