The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Sabrina stifled a giggle. "Grace, you're not mad, are you?" she challenged, a glint in her eyes.

I mumbled, pressing my throbbing forehead. "I don't care."

An awkward silence descended.

Sabrina looked down, then, using a nail clipper, began peeling off the sticker, muttering apologies.

The scraping sound grated on my nerves. I put on headphones, but Antonio's gaze, through the rearview mirror, was unwavering.

He then said to Sabrina, "Grace's getting worse. Hospital."

My condition, exacerbated by their relentless torment, had progressed to pneumonia.

Treatment escalated from IVs to inpatient care, but Sabrina refused to stay.

She anxiously checked her phone, seemingly bombarded with messages.

Antonio asked, "Friend's waiting?"

Sabrina shook her head, feigning distress. "My friend wants to see us, but Grace is sick. I can't leave her."

down Sabrina's cheeks

My helplessness was crushing

came to change my

midnight, the strong scent

practically intertwined, were kissing in

nurse intervened, pulling them

doctor scoffed, "That man kissing your husband's

I nodded.

He looked you're.

They waltzed in

not me

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them, and they mean nothing to me," I said, forcing

recognizing

me

promising

unwell.

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