If this had been the old me, I’d have cried and made a scene, trying to get Mason to prove he loved me more. But now, I just felt humiliated and ridiculous.
I calmly took the camera from Naomi’s hands and started deleting those photos and with them, five years of memories.
Mason, seeing that I wasn’t making a fuss, felt a twinge of guilt. He rarely softened his attitude, but he took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders. “I’m sorry about the photos. I didn’t get any good ones. Did you bring a long skirt? I can take a few more shots after you put it on.”
I felt a mix of anger and disbelief. Did he really expect me to endure this date with Naomi and his lovey-dovey behavior, all while nursing my injuries?
Just then, a sweet fragrance surrounded me. I thought Naomi was too close until I noticed the jacket I was wearing. The cuffs were lined with long hairs that definitely weren’t mine.
Disgusted, I tossed the jacket to the ground. Naomi happened to come over with a Band-Aid and as she did, the zipper of the jacket scraped her ankle.