Cold Hand III

Gerald exhales loudly before he knocks on the door of Mildred's hotel room. He shouldn't be here. But why had he come? Victoria was home waiting for him, but here he was at the doorpost of another woman.

He breathes loudly again as the door clicks open. Mildred stands before him, looking seductive in the black lingerie she wears. Had she called him over to seduce him again?

“You said we needed to talk," Gerald mutters, wanting to make it clear that was all he was here for.

“Yeah. Come in," she ushers him in.

Gerald hesitates for a moment before slowly walking in. The room is dimly lit, and he feels a mix of anxiety and curiosity. Mildred closes the door behind him and gestures to the bed for him to sit.

“Mildred, why did you call me here? What more is there to say?” he asked instead.

“Gerald, I’m not here to seduce you,” she begins, sensing his unease. “I’m sorry for the way things turned out. For everything.”

Gerald sits down, his posture tense. “I'm sorry too. I don't know w