“See! All good.” Katie motions between her and me as if to say since I didn’t seem to mind no one else should either. “For real though, that woman had some secrets that would make a dead person turn over in their grave.”
“We get it, Katie. Move on …” David eyes her.
“How’s the wedding planning going?” I ask Katie, hoping to change the subject.
“Good. Countdown is on. Only two weeks away.” Katie’s smile is so big that it’s contagious.
“Is Aiden freaking out yet?” David asks without looking up from his menu.
She sits up straight and says, “Aiden is loving every second of the pre-wedding planning.”
“Yeah, I call bullshit,” David volleys back.
“You’re his friend. Wouldn’t you know the answer to that?” I ask playfully.
“I’m so busy that we don’t talk as—wait.” He puts his menu down and turns to me. “How did you know he was my friend?”
“I, um … you must have mentioned it at some point.” I try to blow him off, but he doesn’t budge.
“I’m just a little confused as to how you know some things about me that I know I haven’t told you.” David pushes further.
“It’s called social media, brother,” Katie jumps in, saving the day, and I want to stand up and kiss her as my thank-you. “Any girl does a deep dive on the guy they’re into.”
David gives his head a small shake, then takes a drink of his water, still contemplating something and making me sick to my stomach with anxiety at the same time. When the waitress comes, the last thing on my mind is food, and I start to really wonder how I’m going to make it through the day.
David
Something has been bothering me since brunch that I can’t seem to get past. Now, everyone is winding down here after a long day of wedding stuff, and I still can’t get these questions out of my head.
When Zoe knew I had siblings, something spoke up in the back of my mind, but I pushed it away. Then she knew about Columbia and Red Lodge, but her knowing about my friend marrying my sister was too much.
Katie made sense that Zoe could have figured out all the other things through my social media if she really had done that big of a deep dive on my Instagram, but putting together that Aiden and I were friends in high school and that he’s now marrying my sister is not something she could have just figured out just by seeing photos.
I scroll through old pictures I posted years ago to see how she could have linked the two. I guess if she’d really searched enough, she would have found pictures of him from ten years ago, but why would she have looked that far back into my account? And she would have had to check out my family too. I have no pictures of Aiden and my sister together.
To link the two, she would have had to find my sister’s page, then remember that was the same guy from my photos from ten years ago, and I don’t buy that. No one would spend that much time doing a deep dive, especially because we just got together. There hasn’t been enough time for her to even do that.
I close out of Instagram on my phone, and when I see the Mystery Match app, my mind starts to go places I didn’t think possible.
There’s no way …
Opening up the app, I go to my messages and start scrolling to see what else I texted on this app that might be connected. When I see us talking about music and the song the “High Road,” my blood starts to boil.
She threw that song in my face after I changed up our presentation!
I jump off the couch and put on my shoes.
“I’m going out,” I say to Katie, who is the only one still awake and watching TV in the chair next to me.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to do something. I’ll be back.”
I walk out the door and call Donny.
“What’s up, bro? Everything okay?” he asks, obviously wondering why I’m calling so late.
“What is the name of the bar where your friend who helped you with the app works?”
