Ghosted: A Novel

DRAFTS FOLDER

You’re right, Sarah. It wasn’t just a fling. And it wasn’t just a week, either; it was a lifetime.

Everything you felt about you and me, I felt, too. But you should stop messaging me. I’m not who you think I am. Or perhaps I’m who you think I’m not.

God, what a mess. What a terrible mess.

Eddie

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