Nicoli’s eyes narrow, suspicion clinging to his top lip. “Don’t trust it.” “What?” “It’s a trap.” I frown. “A trap? How?” “Women don’t get over shit that fast. They say they do, pretend like everything’s fine, long forgotten and forgiven. Then one day you forget to put the damn toilet seat down, and all that long forgotten and forgiven crap comes back and pummels you to be the lowest piece of shit ever.”
