Renee’s POV
I poke my head through the bedroom door that was left slightly ajar before fully entering it. Seeing that it appears empty, I step inside and close the door behind me and twist the lock.
I flop down on the bed with a sigh and let the plush comforter envelope around me. Unfortunately the thousand-count threads do little to comfort me. I stare up at the wooden beams crossing the ceiling wondering when the last time they’ve been dusted.
The house is quiet which means Eric is out probably working. I just got back from dropping Debbie off at school, and then stopping for coffee, then gas, then taking the long way home.
I just can’t look at Eric right now when I’m feeling torn over my reaction to Jasper rejecting me. I shouldn’t care, but I think that I do. And if I do, what do
