Estela’s POV
I swear he’s losing his mind. The man in question is back home with our pups, while I’m here, trying to make sense of what just happened with the help of Linda and Eric. I’m curled up on Linda’s plush sofa, the kind that swallows you whole, with Eric beside me and Linda watching from the kitchen as she brews a pot of tea. The air smells faintly of chamomile and tension.
“He threatened to blackmail me tonight,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Eric’s brow furrows, his jaw tight. “I told you he wasn’t going to let the pups go that easily.”
“What did he try to blackmail you with?” Eric asks, leaning closer, his eyes searching mine.
My cheeks burn as I stare at my lap, fidgeting with the hem of my sweater. “Well…” I start, struggling to find the courage to say it out
