Fiona
Everything in me fights against her words.
She has to be lying, my heart tells me.
Ethan didn’t want to have dinner together for the past two nights, my head argues.
He wouldn’t do that to us, my heart says.
He’s goes off on his own a lot at night, my head adds. And he doesn’t tell us what he’s doing.
But Ethan is trying to do better. He wouldn’t lie to us, my heart responds.
Shaking my head, I shove away the confusion and focus on the irritating woman in front of me. She’s still watching me with a sharp, overly confident expression on her face. I don’t know what her problem is, but I don’t want her to think she can walk all over me.
“Why should I believe that you’ve been with Ethan. It’s been a year since you broke up,” I tell her. Maybe I can get her to admit she’s lyin
