Feeling my mood ease, I took out my phone to scroll through it, and suddenly a post on my social media caught my attention.
It was posted by Rachel Wong, thanking someone for picking her up from the airport upon her return to the country.
The photo didn't show the person, just a pair of beautiful hands — hands I knew all too well. They belonged to Caleb Grant.
My mind exploded with a buzzing sound:
"Did you go to the airport to pick up Rachel Wong today?"
With a sharp brake, Caleb Grant gripped the steering wheel tightly, pulled the car to the roadside, and began to explain.
"Rachel traveled abroad early. She has few friends here and the airport is pretty remote. She's just a girl…"
I interrupted Caleb Grant:
"Why would you lie and pretend it was for work?"
"I just didn't want you to overthink like you are now." Caleb Grant remained calm, seemingly unaware of any wrongdoing.
Suddenly, I erupted into laughter out of anger and yanked the necklace off my neck: