Fuming, Abby looked for a way to calm herself. The tea she’d fixed hadn’t done the trick. She decided enough time had passed since Eric left that she could safely walk around the block, pound her anger into the cement. She bounced down the stairs to the outside, full of adrenalin.
“Yes, this is good,” Abby thought as she swiftly stomped along the sidewalk. One foot in front of the other, leave the negative behind. She walked several blocks away, somewhat near the Cuban restaurant where she and Jack had dined. As she swung her arms in time with her pace, she noticed a couple ahead, holding hands. From the back, she did not recognize the woman. However, from the back she most definitely recognized Jack. Stopping abruptly, she stared at the couple walking. What?
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