Cyril
The cool evening air did nothing to settle the riot in my chest as I retreated to my room.
The heavy silence of the penthouse felt like a shroud, a reminder of the wall Alan had tried to build between us with that ring on Susan’s finger.
I wasn't going to let that silence swallow me.
I moved with a frantic energy, pulling clothes from my closet and tossing them onto the bed.
I needed to feel something other than the ghost of his touch and the weight of his rejection.
I chose a dress that was barely up to my knees. A black skimpy skirt, dangerously short, and clinging to every curve like a second skin.
I took a small crop top and went out with a small purse to hold my phone and other small items.
By the time the city lights began to shimmer against the dark horizon, I wa
