If that happened, I’d never be able to forgive myself.
∞ ♡ ∞
Jess
Christa knelt beside me, taking me back to the day I found her at the resort. How things had changed. I’d gone from a youngish widow, a single mother, to a married bisexual on the verge of being abandoned by the person she loved. Again.
Tears welled in my eyes. My ankle throbbed, so I focused my attention on it, wondering how I could possibly salvage my dignity and get back to the car before Christa realized how she’d made me feel. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…
“Jess, please listen to me,” she said. “I’m not leaving you. Not exactly.”
Behind me, the man I’d nearly forgotten about cleared his throat. “Is this a bad time?”
Christa stood, handing my purse to him. Great. She was leaving me and robbing m
