Dr. Wright hesitated as if to dissuade me but then rested a hand gently on my shoulder. “As long as you live well, that’s the greatest comfort you can give her.”
After the funeral, he offered to drive me home. I lowered my head. Now that my mom was gone, I don’t have a home anymore.
In the end, I asked him to drop me off at Elliott’s apartment. My belongings were still there, and it was time to take them back.
I was sure he wouldn’t be home at this hour, but as soon as I unlocked the door with my fingerprint, I was greeted by the sight of Elliott and Tiffany locked in a passionate embrace.
Elliott froze when he saw me, instinctively pushing Tiffany off his lap. His first words, hurried and defensive, were, “It’s not what it looks like, Candice!”
But the moment passed, and his expression hardened. “Why are you here?”
