My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe while I imagined what they must have been doing before I arrived at the Bradford Mansion.
Crying would do me no good, reason told me. Opening my eyes, I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my dry fingers.
I heaved a deep sigh, then straightened my spine again.
My thoughts drifted back to Grey. I wondered where he was now because I hadn’t seen him since the moment I entered the mansion.
Certainly, he hadn't left. I saw his car parked in the driveway, and I didn't see him leaving either.
Is Grey in his bed now? Asleep? Should I confront him about Natalia? I am his wife, so I am entitled to do so.
After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn't do it now anyway, with my head so
