Come home.

Audrey opened her social media and the first article she saw was;

“Lucien Reynolds seen after his father’s funeral with mystery woman.”

​ “No,” Audrey whispered. “He wouldn’t.”

​ “Oh, he would. And he did! Recognize the bitch in that picture? Take a good look.”

​ Audrey looked at the photo and felt all of her blood drain from her face. It was Mia.

Of course. Of course, he was with Mia. He told her he needed to be alone. But it was so he could be with Mia. Why did she let this continue to happen to her?

​ “Audrey, you just say the word and I will end him,”Tracy continued. “Girl, I swear to God, I will end him so hard that no one will even know he existed.”

​ “I may take you up on that. Let me call you back.”

​ “I’ll be here,” Tracy promised and hung up.

Audrey sank into the couch and let her head fall into her hands. She grabbed one of the cushions and screamed into it.

​ “I am such an idiot!” she yelled into it. Rage, betrayal, and jealousy churned within the pit of her stomach making