"I can’t…" Vania stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk, her voice breaking. She wrapped her arms around herself, the chill of the night suddenly cutting through to her bones.

The image from the hotel replayed in her mind—Devandra and the woman in the red dress, holding each other without hesitation.

Her thoughts spun wildly. If I had gone in, what would’ve happened? Would I have screamed? Slapped him? Or… crumbled right there in front of him?

Vania bit her lip. No—she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry again.

With brisk steps, she called a rideshare, deciding to go back to the apartment without waiting for Devandra....