“Where did that man that loved me go?” I questioned, lying beneath Noah.
With undeniable seriousness, he replied, “You killed him.”
“I never did anything to hurt you. You chose to place your faith in bogus evidence that was delivered from a suspicious source,” I denied all charges of being responsible for our fall-out.
Grabbing my jaw, he asked me, “What proof do you have to discredit the pictures that I had received in which you were clearly lying naked beside a man?”
“I have none but my word for it,” I responded, stating him in the eyes. “Since you are aware of how much I’ve always loved you, you must know better than accusing me of something that I could never do to you.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, the man further asked, “You want me to take your word against concrete proo
