The sunlight penetrated through the windows, a sign it was morning, however, the sunlight did not bring its usual warmth on her today.
She stood barefoot in her kitchen, a steaming cup of black coffee in hand, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. Her mind was lost in thoughts, Jerry’s words, the look on Regina’s face, the space that followed her as she left the garage.
Her heart wanted to believe Jerry.
But her mind? Her instincts? They screamed caution.
She’d been here before—with Daniel. With promises, with sweet words. With carefully spun lies disguised as loyalty.
This time, she couldn’t afford to be wrong again.
Her phone buzzed on the marble countertop. Jerry.
She stared at the screen for a moment. Then declined.
A moment later, a text came through.
> Jerry: I meant wha
