About three years ago, you grew feelings for the man who always had your back, Keegan.

But that changed two months ago.

When he held that woman’s hand, laughed at her comments that made no sense in front of your presence, you felt a twinge of sadness and rejection.

You received the hint that same week when you saw the handwritten confession letter—meant for him—in the trash bin.

Now, you’ve been busying yourself with more cumbersome missions just to avoid him.

And he noticed.