Social media, the repository of truths.
“Please. I hardly know her. We just work together.”
She wanted so much to believe him.
Buried, untagged, on Facebook: “Hey, you’re too pretty. Let’s hang.”
“Everyone stayed for drinks after shift but,” shrug, “she’s not my type.”
Her Instagram, photo of a beachy sunset: “Awesome evening, awesome guy.”
“Now you’re just being crazy.”
Text while he’s in the shower, lit on his screen for the world to see: “Hey sexy. Can’t wait to meet up!”
“Babe, I’d never lie to you.”
She wipes a tear; she takes back his key. “You already did.”