Something deep in my chest clenched so tight I couldn't breathe.
Men really were born actors.
Love was just another thing they knew how to split between too many people.
Back home, I opened the social media account Mia had sent me. Winifred Taylor's account.
It was filled with snapshots of her daily life.
Two months ago, she'd posted:
My amazing boss brought me my favorite boba tea. So warm and thoughtful!
In the photo, she was holding up her half-finished boba tea to Asher's lips, and he was smiling, leaning in to drink from the straw.
Asher hated anything sweet. He'd never once gone with me for dessert.
Yet here he was, sipping Winifred's boba tea like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasn't that he didn't have it in him. He just didn't have it in him for me.
I laughed bitterly and kept scrolling.
One month ago, she'd posted:
He made me a homemade meal with his own hands. The best man in the whole world!
Elegant sushi rolls, neatly sliced fruit, imported wagyu beef, all arranged with care.
My fingertips went cold.