Erin’s POV
With a sore heart, I hung up the phone.
I leaned against my car, staring down at the screen.
It certainly wasn’t the wrong number; a woman answered his phone. But who? And why was she allowed to answer his phone so easily? Was he not concerned that it could have been me that was calling him?
I hated this feeling; a jealous pit formed in my lower abdomen, and I wanted to get rid of it. I shoved my phone into my pocket and slid into my car. My body was trembling from the frigid air.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I certainly wasn’t expecting a woman to be answering his phone. There was a part of me that thought about calling him back and asking him who that woman was. But another part of me worried that she would just answer his phone again.
It also wasn’t m
