The weekend had been near unbearable without Kris, without the man who held the ability to brighten her days with a mere smile. And the thought of how they'd parted on Friday didn't help things.
Staring at her phone beside her on the couch, the TV sounds zoned out, Lexi's fingers itched to grab it and dial Kris's number. Her car keys on the centrepiece tempted her to grab them and drive that instant to Kris's house.
Clenching her fist, she resisted both urges. The man had said he needed time to process her rejection, and this was just Sunday night, two nights after the incident. Maybe tomorrow, he would've processed everything enough to talk. She couldn't help the ominous feeling that instead of a reconciliatory talk, they were going to have a break-up talk.
When the doorbell rang and
