Stella’s point of view.

“Darling, I’m home” I announced as soon as I entered our apartment, my eyes quickly scanned the living room searching for Megan…but she was nowhere to be found.

“Great, I thought I’d have to come down there and bloody pull you out of his car” she answered.

And my eyes immediately traced the sound of her voice (although, it wasn’t dark in here), and I saw her standing by the window, with her arms crossed on her chest, a deep frown on her face and her eyes narrowed as she stared, no, she glared outside the window.

I knew at once that she must have seen...