Bernard had no idea what he would meet at Marissa's place, but he was beyond caring.

"What if…." He quickly averted his mind from any possibility it might want to entertain.

"I shouldn't doubt her," he muttered to himself firmly, "Not when she has given me no reason to." 

He thought as he took the turn that led to her place. He was just looking at her gate when he saw a car driving out of her house, heading in the opposite direction.

"Could he be the one?" Bernard thought as the jealousy and anger he had been trying to tamp down on his way to her rose again.

He...