Clarissa's POV

I spent the day cleaning. My apartment needed some sprucing up. I had only been doing a light dusting for days.

I fired up the vacuum cleaner and got to work. As I moved it back and forth in the living room, I couldn't help my brain going into overdrive.

Lorenzo had called me this morning and had told me about Erica's incident. I was indifferent. I didn't care and I would have preferred if the bullet had killed her instead.

I grumbled a little as I vacuumed. I had forgiven Lorenzo but I couldn't get the image of him proposing to Erica out of my head.

Then...