Cheryl
The freezing pool water was sharp against my skin, but I welcomed the cold. Spending time with my mother-in-law had been pleasant enough, though she refused to join me in the pool, claiming to be allergic to cold. Unlike her, I found solace in it.
The only other person in the pool was Jenny. Suspicious Jenny. I called her that because everyone was acting strange around her—especially Mr. Han.
I glanced toward the backyard just as Mr. Han and his sister strolled out, laughing at some private joke.
“So, you’re Miles’ wife?” Jenny asked suddenly, her tone curious rather than hostile.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding, though my attention remained on Mr. Han. Our eyes met briefly, but he quickly looked away, his expression unreadable.
The rejection stung.
I mean, I had indirectly calle
