Celeste leaned into the closed door, very aware of the sound of Brad’s breathing on the other side of the door. She couldn’t physically hear it, but she somehow knew he hadn’t left.
So she did, moving quickly into the kitchen where she could get some coffee. Gwen hadn’t left for work very long ago, and though the coffee pot as off, the brew was still warm.
Celeste didn’t bother to heat it up again before pouring herself a mug. She poured hazelnut cream into the cup and added a spoonful of sugar before lifting a shaking hand to her mouth.
Tears pricked her eyes, Gwen’s text burned in her brain. There’s an article in the paper where Brad calls you uptight and bossy.
There’s an article in the paper where Brad calls you uptight and bossy.That single sentence wouldn’t have made sense if Bra
