He Kept a Cat for Her And Killed Our Baby,He Lost Me Forever

On the train home for the long holiday weekend, my suitcase jammed in the gap between the seats, and no matter how I yanked, it wouldn't budge.

Someone behind me reached out and lifted it free with one easy motion.

"A month of the silent treatment, and you still haven't talked yourself out of your mood?"

It was Phineas Sanchez, my childhood sweetheart.

He leaned against the side of the aisle, a cold little smile at the corner of his mouth.

I paused, and ignored him.

Unhurried, he stepped past me and kept walking, his voice lazy.