As my Mum ushered everyone through to what she calls the drawing room… basically our second lounge, I attempted to slip away, moving toward the front door. I needed some space. Everything was already becoming too much, and this was only the first morning. I just needed a little time to breathe. My phone had buzzed while sitting at the table, and I stupidly had glanced at the message.
Why did Max think it was okay to send messages like that to me? Usually, messages like that only came after he was drinking, but at this time of day, he could not be drunk. It had turned my stomach. The thought of doing anything like that with him again made me want to retch. Knowing he was doing those things with other women had changed everything.
“Are you okay?” A voice made me jump, just as I walked out
