Goodbye, My Brother, My Love

Everyone knew Liam lived by two unbreakable rules.

First, his passenger seat was mine.

Second,he recoiled from any woman who dared touch him. A quirk, I'd thought. A strange, endearing flaw that didn't apply to me.

For twenty years, the rules held. I believed in our private language of love.

But today, I saw his car outside a boutique. My breath hitched.

Maeve was in my seat. She leaned over, kissed him. He didn't move away.

I froze, a chill seeping into my bones.

His aversion wasn't a condition. It was a choice.