Cynthia slammed the door behind her and collapsed against it, her chest heaving and her heart pounding as if trying to escape the cage of her ribs. She slid down to the floor, her knees folding close to her chest as her arms wrapped tightly around them. The tears came freely, hot and fast, soaking into her palms as she tried to stifle the sobs clawing their way out of her throat.

Her vision blurred. Her skin felt too tight. Her chest ached.

She didn’t even understand why.

She had walked in and seen Isla sprawled across Mike’s bed like a panther in heat, her robe hanging low, eyes gleaming...