Wendy
The walk back to the town car felt like waking up from a suffocating nightmare.
With every step I took away from the pier, the oppressive weight in my chest began to lift.
I had drawn a line in the sand. I didn't care what secrets the old Wendy had kept or what dark, miserable rebellion she had been a part of. That woman was gone.
By the time I spotted Marcus standing dutifully by the black sedan, the fast beating of my heart had finally slowed down.
"Is everything alright, Mrs. Reed?" Marcus asked, scanning my face as he quickly opened the rear door for me.
"Everything is fine, Marcus." I assured him, forcing a reassuring smile. "But before we head back... could we make one quick stop? There was a small florist stand I saw on the way in. I would love to pick something up."
