A young woman tormented by bullies invents a wealthy boyfriend to protect herself, using a stranger's photo as proof. When the real man behind the picture enters her life, her harmless lie spirals into a complicated romance with stakes she never expected.
You got a license? Can you drive? Yeah, I... Do me a solid. I can't hold it anymore. Ethan's car's downstairs. Drive it back for me.
me. I'll text you the address. I'll buy you a meal later. It hurts so bad. Grab a cab home after on me. Thanks. No, no, I can't. Evan didn't have time for me. He'd already darted into the clutching his stomach. I had no choice but to resign myself and head downstairs with the Turned out the thing parked down there was a black luxury car. I took a deep breath,
then pulled the door open and got in. Why are you ghosting me? On reflex, I slapped a hand over the mirror. A hallucination.
It had to be a hallucination. I comforted myself, then worked up the nerve to peek again through my fingers. In the mirror, Ethan had opened his eyes at some point and was staring right at me. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the instant our eyes met in the glass, I
I saw his whole body go stiff, the hand resting on my knee curled up, and my breathing seemed to slow without my say-so. I wanted to cry but couldn't, and gripped the steering wheel for It was way too late to bail out of the car and run now, and it might even make people