—Mabel—
Sometimes, I wonder why I'm always defensive, even towards people who haven't hurt me before.
Then I realized it was because the people I once trusted betrayed me without looking back.
I led Tom Marlow downstairs to Allwell's driveway, but refused to get into his car. Instead, I opted for mine.
“I'll see you at the Elysian Table,” I muttered before slipping into my car.
The restaurant was gradually becoming my favorite.
Through the rear mirror, I watched him climb into his car, and we melted into the streets of Washington.
The afternoon sun shone relentlessly, bathing the city with its warmth.
A valet surged forward and opened my door as we arrived at the restaurant. I climbed down from the car and watched Tom alight his.
I was still holding the bouquet. I set it down as w
