*Kiera*
An hour later, I lean against the kitchen counter, my heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions. I watch as Will walks Tina to the door, shaking her hand for what seems like the tenth time. He smiles warmly at her, ensuring her that she is indeed hired and can start tomorrow.
I keep telling myself we are not really married, or we are, but we are not a couple, I am not allowed to be jealous.
Tina lifts her hand, waving as she turns to me with that infectious smile that seems to light up the room and for a fleeting moment, I feel a strange impulse to punch out her perfect, white teeth. But I rein it in, forcing a wave back instead.
As the door clicks shut behind her, I can’t help but notice Will lingering by the doorframe, his hand pressed against the wood as if he’s tryi
