The Spider Lily Tattoo, Five Years Of Lies

Today was the sixth time my girlfriend, Lyra Thorne, was supposed to meet my parents.

My parents and I waited at the bistro for four agonizing hours. During that time, I called her dozens of times, but she never picked up.

Just as I was about to dial one last time, Lyra's childhood best friend, Jace Sterling, posted a location tag at a boutique hotel on the outskirts of the city.

"From eighteen to eighty, we'll walk this path together."

The post featured a photo of a woman's bare, porcelain