Tristan Michelson
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Five days.
That was how long Lily disappeared for after walking in on Nicole and me in the kitchen.
She didn’t answer Nicole’s calls. She didn’t answer mine either. The only reason I knew she was alive was because one of the credit cards I gave her kept getting used in different stores every day. It seemed like she was shopping to let out her anger.
Nicole tried not to show how much it bothered her, but I noticed it anyway. She checked her phone more often now. And every night for the past five nights, she asked me the same question before falling asleep against my chest. “Do you think she hates me?”
Every single time, I told her no, but I wasn’t entirely sure if I was telling the truth.
It was odd. For the past months, I’d watched Nicole silently resent her mo
