Later that evening, I departed from Mom after she and Pascual had made plans to eat out somewhere and watch a live spiritual show. After closing the door, I grabbed my phone and sent Brit a text telling her that I missed the way things had been before I’d caught her with David. She didn’t reply, so I figured she needed more time to process this as well. I wanted all of this to be less complicated. I didn’t want to be angry anymore.
I marched upstairs and stopped in front of David’s door. I hoped we could forget about whatever had happened between him and Brit. I hoped he at least enjoyed the wine I’d accidentally dropped at this very spot. It had been gone ever since, so he probably still had it with him if he hadn’t drunk it all yet.
I knocked on his door, and I lowered my eyebrows at t
