Betrayal at the Lookout Point

I caught a glimpse of them through the trees. His hands were wrapped around her as they

kissed at the edge of the mountain. It was a lookout point he always swore he hated.

My heart stopped. Jake had told me his weekend hikes were solitary and meditative.

He said they were an escape from the busyness of life. But here he was with a woman I had

never met. Their laughter mingled with the wind. Each moment felt like a fresh wound.

I realized I had been living a lie. The man I thought I knew was a stranger. As if sensing my

gaze he suddenly turned. Our eyes met across the distance. Panic flashed in

his eyes before he looked away. He was avoiding the raw truth laid bare between us.