The Bitter Scent of His Lies

Summary

I have a secret.

I was born with the ability to smell what people are feeling.

When someone lies, they carry the sour, curdled scent of spoiled milk.

When someone is jealous, they smell of the sharp, metallic bite of rusted iron.

When someone has a guilty conscience, they carry the heavy dampness of cellar mold.

But when someone is in love, they carry a sweet, golden warmth, like honeyed vanilla.

I first smelled that sweetness when Garrett and I fell in love.

Back then, when he looked at me, his eyes shone as if they held the stars, and he carried that soft, sugary fragrance wherever…