Ashley
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the concrete as I stepped into the private parking lot. My heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing between luxury cars as I followed the raised voices that had drawn me here. I rounded a sleek black sedan and froze.
There they were Zach and Helly locked in a fierce confrontation. I instinctively stepped back, concealing myself partially behind a concrete pillar. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched the scene unfold.
Zach stood tall, his usually composed demeanor shattered. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his dark hair was disheveled from repeatedly running his fingers through it. I could say he was beyond frustrated.
“Please try to understand. Those things I never intended,” Helly begged, glancing
