Two weeks slipped by, marked by deadlines, client calls, and long nights at the office. Andrew had flown to the United States for a business trip tied to his family's latest real estate expansion. For once, Carrie thought she would finally have peace.
She was wrong.
Because he called. Not every day, not enough to be predictable, but just often enough to catch her off guard. A quick ring late at night, a smooth voice on the other end saying, "Did you miss me today?" Or in the middle of her workday, teasing her about some random headline he had read and pretending to be her "news source." Always playful, never too much, but enough to needle under her skin.
Carrie told herself she was immune. She had willed herself to ice, to distance. Yet every time she heard his laugh on the other end of
