Esther stayed at Sweet Breeze on Saturday night, afraid that Marshall might come by her bungalow. Not in a stalker, creepy way, but an apologetic way. And she wanted to hold onto her anger for a little longer.
At least she hadn’t been hacked by someone nefarious, who wanted to steal her assets from her. But Marshall didn’t trust her, and she couldn’t be with someone who would forever assume she would do the same thing his ex-wife had done.
Fisher’s hotel was incredibly comfortable, and because Marshall had canceled his service for a few days, Esther had nowhere to be. Nothing to do. She’d been working nonstop for fifteen years, and it felt rewarding and relaxing to spend some extra time in bed, leafing through the room service menu.
She didn’t quite feel like herself, and she suspected
