At five in the afternoon, Becky finally made it back home. The taxi she hailed when her weary feet could carry her no further pulled up to the gate, and she stepped out, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She paused for a moment, her hand gripping the gate, steeling herself for what lay beyond.
Becky wasn’t completely naïve. She had a gut feeling that what awaited her inside wasn’t anything pretty. She half-expected to find her belongings packed and waiting at the doorstep, a silent confirmation that her time in the Mazzeo household was done.
After all, there was the matter of the divorce papers she hadn’t clarified and after storming out of Roman’s office as she had done, she had little hope the man would want to hear anything she had to say.
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