I trusted this man. I loved him. I believed whole-heartedly that the connection between us was rare and real and that we were one of a lucky few who found love like ours.
Finding out that he was lying throughout our entire relationship is something I'm still trying to process. Every day I wake up and force myself to push thoughts of him out of my head—
Something heavy landed on my head. I jumped, startled for a moment. I whipped my head around and saw Terry. She was standing behind my chair, scowling and holding a thick thesaurus.
"What the hell are you doing, Gideon?" she asked.
Oops.
"Hi, Terry," I said with a sheepish grin.
She looked pointedly at the book in my hands. "That's not our History book."
"Has anyone told you that you are such a keen observer?" I tried to digress. But
