I sat there for I don't know how long, just staring at my cell phone. My brain wasn't fully computing what had just happened.
I remember I went to sleep still feeling unsettled about what had happened, not only at the clinic earlier that day, but also within my own home. There were a lot of question marks floating around and none of my questions were being answered.
Now I had to add another one to the mix. What the hell was Tom doing with Kayla behind my back? Why was she answering his phone?
She said he was taking a shower after a long night. What the hell does that mean?
Everything in me was telling me that this wasn't what it looked like. Tom wasn't that guy. There had to be a justifiable reason for this.
What hurt though, was that he never returned my call and had spent the night
