Valerie’s POV
I stared at my phone for what felt like forever.
Only one photo opened and that phone had Ethan alone in it.
He looked tipsy and unconscious.
I kept waiting for the others to load. Seconds turned into minutes and I was becoming too anxious.
I stared at Ethan. He wasn't even properly dressed in the photo.
A picture of Rona from the restaurant came flooding my mind once more.
Then, I couldn't hold my emotions in any longer so I did something I hadn’t done in years.
An old method of relief.
I cried, filming every moment of it with my phone.
This was my secret therapeutic way of easing my stress.
It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just silent tears from a place of pain, slipping down my cheeks like a quiet apology.
What if maybe I’d gotten it all wrong?
“Becky,” I whisper
