I've never been so nervous in my life. Never. But here I was, still seated in my car even though I'd arrived at the Packhouse.
I was terrified of going inside alone. Checking my phone and seeing that Vince hadn't returned my calls or even a text sent my heart racing in fear.
It took literally every courage in me to convince me to alight the car. I held my purse so tightly, as I walked through the main gate.
The guards pushed the door open when I got to the front porch. I took a deep breath before walking into the house.
“Nervous?” A voice asked behind me. I turned. Trent was leaning against the wall.
Seeing him got rid of my fear a bit. Replaced it with anger.
“What's the meaning of this, Trent?” I fumed, showing him my phone with the letter on the screen.
He came closer and
