All the Sweet Days Vanished, I Fed My Love to a Dog

Late at night, Jordan’s heart rate spiked to 180 while he was “out of town.” I called and heard panting, though he claimed to be jogging after texting he was in bed. A woman’s giggle echoed before the line died.

Checking his hidden Twitter, I saw his post: “If this gets 100 likes, I’ll confess I’m cheating.”

An anonymous text followed, dozens of photos proving Jordan and my best friend Ruby had been together for over a year. My phone clattered to the floor. Jordan hated watches yet wore the one I gave him tonight. This was his twisted confession.