This wasn’t how she’d planned to spend the day. Beth sat on the sofa, staring after Billy for a few minutes, wondering if she could live by his terms.
This is getting me nowhere. She stood, picked up the coffee mugs and went in the kitchen, she put his in the sink and refilled hers then looked around the apartment.
This is getting me nowhere. She spent the morning cleaning her apartment within an inch of its life. Digging into the deep cleaning she usually only did once or twice a year. Her phone rang a couple times, but she ignored it. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, it didn’t matter who was on the other end of the line.
Cleaning kept her body busy, but not her mind. Her mind kept playing the night before over and over, then asking her if she believed him, that it was only be
