“We are talking,” she said. “I’m saying ‘goodbye.’ You’re listening. That’s the healthiest conversation we’ve ever had.”

And she was good. Terrifyingly good.

He blinked, utterly disarmed. “But I thought… we were good together.”

Brad didn’t see her. Brad never saw her, not really. To Brad, Mandy Monroe was a supporting character in the blockbuster movie of his own life—the quirky, dependable girlfriend who laughed at his jokes and remembered to buy his brand of toothpaste.