CHAPTER 1 Matt I LIED TO Hannah about the picture. I lied to her about a lot of things. No relationship should be built on lies, but I was in no relationship—at least not with Hannah. She was a girl I met on the internet. Bethany was my girlfriend, who shared my apartment, my bed, and my life. Hannah got the scraps. "No pictures," I told Hannah on Skype. "No specifics, no last name, no phone number. Nothing. I don't want to know you, and I don't want you to know me. We write together online, that's it. I'm not looking for a new friend. I'm looking for a writing partner." "Got it," she replied. I remember staring at the text on my laptop and wondering if she was hurt. It was impossible to tell, the words hanging there with no tone. Hannah broke two of my rules within a month when she sent me an email from her personal address, [email protected] Beside the email was her account picture. A picture of her. I glared at the tiny square image, then at her last name, then back at the picture. I should have gotten on Skype and chewed her out then and there, but I didn't. I clicked on the picture, which took me to her Google+ page