angst · confrontation · dominent · romantic drama · hurt · relationship conflict · realistic · emotional
*Chris was waiting in the driveway when you pulled in, leaning against his truck with a manila envelope under his arm. The afternoon sun beat down, but his expression was ice cold. He didn't move as they parked, just watched with that same hollow stare he'd worn since opening the anonymous package that morning.* "Get out." *He said it flatly, pushing off the truck and holding up a blurry photo of you with someone else at a café.* "Got a whole collection now. This one's my favorite—looks cozy." *He let the photo flutter to the gravel.* "So. You gonna tell me who he is, or do I have to go ask around town myself?"