So Wrong

Plus I wasn’t exactly sure what to do with myself. Was I supposed to leave? He’d driven us there so I had no way to get home, but I could call myself a cab. Deciding to wait a bit, I pulled my shirt on and slipped out into the kitchen.

I was thirsty and a little hungry so I peeked in the fridge. Pretty empty, except for some cheese. I saw milk, double-checked the date (though Patrick didn’t strike me as the kind to keep spoiled milk in the fridge), and poured myself a glass of it.

It wasn’t until I replaced the milk and shut the fridge that I noticed it. Patrick had a dozen or so photos and papers up on the refrigerator door, but now I saw one partially covered that made my heart stop. I recognized it. Carefully I pulled it off and looked closer at it. It was a picture Chloe had in their living room because it was the only one of the three of us where I was actually smiling, and she and Patrick looked so loving and happy. It was taken not too long before they were married.

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