All women are liars. Well, maybe not all women. Over the years, I’ve only met a few who cared about anyone other than themselves. Seven years had passed since the last time I saw her. The one who lied to me. I might pretend it doesn’t bother me now, but the scars are as fresh as the day she disappeared. Hopefully, someday I can forget the pain she caused. Or, until I literally run into her—if only that were the last time. It seems destiny wants to torture me. How am I supposed to move on when I can’t escape her?