LINDEN

 

The officer opened the door to the room. Skyla wasn’t there yet.

“We can leave if you feel uncomfortable around her,” I told Estelle.

“I’m fine. I wish I could slap her. I was really nice and genuine to her, and she exploited my kindness. If we didn’t find out, I’m afraid she would do something to tear us apart, maybe create a story and make me look like the bad guy or a jealous wife. Or maybe drug you and pretend you sleep with her.”

“What the fuck? Where did that idea come from?” My eyebrows furrowed. I wanted to throw up just thinking of waking up next...