Follow Me.

I exit the elevator car on the lobby floor, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Heading towards the southern exit of the building, I don’t miss a beat in my steps. As I look down at the small, pitiful box of goodies in my possession, I shake my head and toss them into the bin on the sidewalk.

“Keri!”

I hear Tobias urgently call my name with a hint of panic in his voice.

He followed me.

Do I want him to keep following me?

Either way, it’s not enough to make me stop and land myself in an awkward conversation with my husband, whom I just walked in on with his hands on another female’s breasts.

As I dash across the street to my parked car, I check both directions before yanking the door open, slamming it shut, and locking it.

I stare silently and rigidly straight ahead into the still night, attempting to comprehend what the devil just transpired, as a traitorous tear rolls down my cheek, leaving a trail of suffering in its wake. I came here to try to seduce my husband,