During the following days, every day, Carol would come home to find Ricardo playing with the kids, charming Darlene, and waiting for her. The latter caused butterflies to dance in her belly, a sensation Carol ignored, or tried as best as she could. Although, as days went by, it became harder to separate reason from emotion.
Today was no different, save for the pin of nerves preventing her from exiting her car. For a few long minutes, she just sat, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on her front door. Samanta’s faint squeal of delight wafted from the house, and Carol shut her eyes.
Warmth coursed inside her, enveloped her heart with feelings she wasn’t sure she was prepared to handle. She was treading dangerous emotions, aware the precipice wasn’t too far off.
She’d almost f
