Tiffany's vision stirred to life. She blinked, her memory still hazy. She pushed herself up. She was in a very unfamiliar room. Has she been kidn*pped? Quickly she stared down her body. Thankfully she was still in her clothes she remembered to have worn.
Then it all began to flood in. The beach. Her ex husband. Roland.
“Roland?”
She groaned as she made to get out of the bed.
Almost at the same time Roland walked in with a bottle of water.
“You are awake. Drink this.”
“Where am I?” Tiffany questioned.
“You are in my house and you are safe.”
A frown burrowed across Tiffany’s forehead. “Your house? How? You were supposed to take me home. You didn't take me home?”
“I was going to but… you looked so tired and stressed up I didn't have the mind to wake you up. I thought you would
