Catherine’s P.O.V
Startled, I look outside and my breath catches when I find Hunter standing by my car, his presence so sudden it feels like a disruption I don’t have the energy for. I frown as I lower the window, my voice coming out tired and sharp at the same time.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, then add before he can even answer, “I really don’t want to deal with your bullshit right now, Hunter, so if you’re here to say something clever or cruel, just don’t.”
He doesn’t smile, doesn’t joke, and that alone throws me off. “I came because I saw you,” he says quietly. “You were sitting here crying, all alone, while your husband was inside pretending everything was fine. He doesn’t even care enough to check on you himself.”
I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head. “You don’t know
