Emily stumbled through the doorway, her limbs heavy with exhaustion and weariness after all that had happened today.
The day's events had worn her thin and tired, and all she wanted was to crawl into bed and let the world melt away.
Her keys jangled onto the side table as she kicked off her heels, the sharp click of the stiletto tips echoing in the quiet house.
But just as she was about to relax, a memory flickered through her tired mind—Claire’s car parked outside Derek’s house. It was a fleeting thought but that didn't stop her immediate thought of suspicion that she tried to brush off.
Derek wouldn’t dare. Not after what had happened. Not after he’d begged for her forgiveness.
“No way,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head as though the act could dislodge the thought. She
