Page 146 of Homewrecker

Later, he left. I stood at the window watching his car disappear down the street.

I did what I had promised myself I wasn’t doing anymore. I opened Instagram and typed her name. Ravenna Whitmore. Her page had recently become private, but her profile picture had changed. I zoomed in to see that it was her and Caleb together.

My stomach dropped. It looked recent, and I knew because Caleb had gotten that haircut last month. They were standing somewhere dressed nicely, both smiling. Her left hand against his chest showing her wedding ring.

I looked down at my ring.

For a few seconds, reality took over the fantasy. What the fuck was I doing? He was still married. She was still wearing his ring. I was wearing a promise that someday she wouldn’t be.

I closed Instagram fast. I didn’t call or text him about it. Instead, I went upstairs. I laid in bed and just imagined us. Sunday breakfasts, Christmas mornings, his clothes in my closet, our wedding picture downstairs. I looked down at my ring and just like that… I felt better.

That was how far gone I was. Reality hurt, so I stopped living there. I built somewhere prettier inside my head and moved in permanently. Caleb had given me the blueprint of delusion, and I decorated every fucking room.

Blair

I learned three things about Nash. One, he’s entirely too competitive. Two, tequila makes him louder. And three, that motherfucker cannot bowl.

“MOVE!”

I nearly fell over laughing as his ball traveled one mile an hour down the lane.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “Shut up.”

“Is it gonna make it?”

“Blair.”

I leaned to the side like a different angle might help. “I think it stopped.”

“It didn’t stop.”

“It looks stopped.”

“It is moving.”

“Barely!”