The Shirt That Hurt
MARY’S POV:
He said I could keep it.
The shirt I had bought him. The shirt I had wrapped in a tissue paper and tied with a ribbon. The shirt I had given him on our anniversary, hoping he would wear it, hoping he would remember that someone loved him.
He had given it to her.
“He’s not here,” I said. My voice was flat, empty, the voice of someone who had run out of feelings.
“No, he’s not. He’s with me.” Vesper smiled. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately. I’m sure you’ve seen the photos.”
I had. Of course I had. Everyone had.
“Good for you,” I said.
She laughed, a light, musical sound that made my skin crawl. “You’re taking this well. I thought you’d be more upset.”
“I’ve had time to process.”
“Have you?”
I didn’t answer.
Vesper turned to Marl. Her expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more knowing. More intimate.
“I thought you liked my type,” she said.


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