Observing the anguish in Andrew's eyes as her tear falls, Roxy listens as he pleads, "Roxy, I can clarify the lipstick and Wednesday incidents, but I'm unaware of what transpired on Thursday." His assertion of simplicity sparks frustration within her.
"I'm not naive, Andrew. I know what I witnessed," she retorts, turning away, her anger simmering. "I don't recall what you saw, Roxy," Andrew's eyes widen, hands raised in an attempt to reason. "Have you listened to my messages?" he gestures towards her purse where her phone rests. Roxy shakes her head, fully aware of her deliberate avoidance of his calls.
"Roxy, something peculiar occurred on Thursday. I can't explain it, but..." Andrew pauses, gathering his thoughts. "I experienced a lapse in memory—it sounds unbelievable, but the last re
