Chapter Seventy-Seven
Francesca heard Reese’s car drive away. She assumed Paul was with her, as he wasn’t banging on her door anymore. She sat up, managed to pull herself to her feet, and waddled over to the front window. The car was gone.
The clock on the wall said it was 15:22. Sat listening to Paul pleading to be let back in made her miss lunch. She couldn’t have eaten anything had she tried; her stomach was tied up in knots. How could she be back to square one?
With her hands bracing her back, Francesca walked through to the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter. Visions of Paul in bed with Reese, laughing behind her back at stupid old Fran made her clench her fists.
Uncontrollable rage forced her to reach for the plates in the drier. She picked them up one at a time, and t
