◇Kate◇
The kids were taking a nap, so she picked up her brush and turned to the one thing that always helped her clear her mind.
Painting
Days had passed since that night, but her heart had yet to recover from the hurt, the humiliation she endured.
She had tried to scrub away his kisses , erase the memory of his touches, but it didn't fade . She could still feel it, like it had been engraved into her skin.
She hated him.
But more than that, she hated herself for giving him another chance to hurt her.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.
She glanced at the screen: Danny
She hesitated a second before answering.
“ Hi Danny,” she kept her voice steady.
“ Hi Katie……. How are you?” he asked, his voice soft.
“I'm good and you.”
“I'm fine.”
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