Isla sat on her porch, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. She had been working on her garden all morning, the familiar tasks soothing her mind. The sound of an approaching car broke her reverie. Looking up, she saw Jenny’s sleek car pulling into the driveway. Isla’s heart sank; she wasn’t ready for another confrontation.
Jenny stepped out of the car, her usual confident stride noticeable. She wore a tight dress that highlighted her curves, and as she approached, Isla couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration and dread.
“Hey, Isla!” Jenny called out, her voice overly cheerful. “I thought I’d drop by for a chat.”
Isla forced a smile, standing up to greet her. “Hi, Jenny. What brings you here?”
Jenny didn’t wait for an invitation. She walked up the porch steps an
