April stepped out of the abandoned museum, her heart still pounding from her confrontation with Cara.
The nerve of that woman!
How dare she tell me to divorce Richard like she has the right?
April shook her head in disbelief as she walked toward the street, looking for a cab.
She didn’t want to return home just yet.
She needed to clear her head, and there was only one person who could make her feel better—her mother.
Mom should be awake by now, she thought. I should go see her.
But before that, she needed to bring something for her mother to eat.
April spotted a small restaurant nearby and decided to stop in.
The warm smell of freshly cooked soup filled the air as she stepped inside.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded, which was good because she didn’t want to wait too long. She walke
