LORETTA

Halfway downstairs, I was met with the wafting scent of breakfast.

I paused at the foot of the stairs, my stomach tightening for reasons that had nothing to do with food. Last night, I had shut the door in Elion's face, he stood behind it a long time before leaving. Now, the prospect of seeing him scares me

My fingers folded into my palm, digging small grooves into my skin. I was already dressed for work today, my black tube gown hugged my curves but it felt very comfortable and the ivory blazer over it was the cherry on top of the cake

My phone dinged in my purse...