My hands trembled as I stared at the image.
Ethan.
And another woman.
Kissing.
My chest tightened.
Maybe I had been right all along.
Maybe every word he spoke in that café had been a lie.
Then my phone rang.
Ethan.
Again.
This time I answered.
Silence.
Neither of us spoke.
Finally, he whispered.
"You saw it."
"Yes."
"It's not what you think."
I laughed.
"That's becoming your favorite sentence."
"Maya, please."
His voice cracked.
Actually cracked.
"Look closer."
I frowned.
"What?"
"The picture."
I opened it again.
This time paying attention.
Not to the kiss.
To ever