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."

whispering assurances, tears streaming down Sabrina's cheeks as if she were the one

My helplessness was crushing

nurse came to change

midnight, the strong scent of alcohol alerted

practically intertwined, were kissing

intervened,

"That man kissing your

I nodded.

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waltzed in

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mean nothing to

recognizing

my number. Call me if you need

messages promising

unwell.

reached him because he had blocked my number and my