The God Sister's Foot

I found a used condom and a pair of black lace panties in the bathroom trash can.

Garrett and I had not slept together in over a year, and I never owned lingerie like that.

I wanted to call him, but then I saw his god-sister's Instagram story.

He was kneeling on the floor, holding her bare foot and kissing it with deep devotion.

I locked my phone, shed no tears, threw no tantrums, and quietly went on with my day.

Later, Garrett finally realized something was wrong.

His eyes were bloodshot