Carolyn shivered, though the evening air was still quite mild.
She had run out of the house without her key to Marco’s place and he wasn’t home. She sat on a couch on the cozy veranda, that was ringed by rose bushes that were in full bloom.
Her stomach was in knots. In the past, Marco’s reaction to thinking her heart lay elsewhere had resulted in his making some bad decisions that usually involved alcohol and another woman.
In college when he thought she was still seeing a boy she had dated in high school, he had cried on Ophelia’s shoulder and one thing had led to another.
Years later after their passionate night together when he thought she had gone back to Kyle, he had accepted the advances of actress Ciara Peters.
Those memories flooded Carolyn’s head and chilled her bones.
She checked her cell phone again.
Both calls to him had gone straight to voicemail. She had sent a message.
It hadn’t been received at his end. His phone was off.
She stifled a sob, and buried her face in one of the large cushions along the back of the couch.
“What have I done,” she whispered.