Embee

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I’m fine. I’m at an antique store, by the clothes store just a mile or so from-

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Taylor, listen to me. I could tell you that it’s okay. That she wasn’t a wonderful person, or I didn’t love her. I could tell you that she’s happier now, and her life would’ve been sad and filled with pain and longing to see her love again. I could say that I’m not struggling with her death, as well as the death of the hope that she could once again be part of my life. But instead I’ll just say that I’m sad, too, sweetheart. That way I can spare you the struggle of detecting the lie in my words

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Rosalie had never been one to question or accuse, just to forgive -- but I guess everyone had their limits when it came to tolerance levels, and I’d crossed the line

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Waiting. That’s always what being a spy comes down to, isn’t it?

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The lie detector didn’t react to anything I said, but I wouldn’t dare smile