“Lance was true to his word,” Andrea thinks ruefully, “I regretted our marriage countless times. But soon I can put all that behind me; I can walk away from all the pain and hurt without regret.”
She takes a deep breath but doesn’t answer him. Instead, she takes a swift look around the room. Leonie isn’t there, but the bed is rumpled and the sheets lie twisted at the bottom of the mattress. Leonie’s clothes are scattered across the floor. Andrea knows Lance is deliberately manipulative—he’s summoned her to the room so she can see the evidence of the passionate love-making.
Andrea looks back at Lance. The evidence of their s*x stabs her in the heart like an arrow. She takes a deep breath and imagines constructing a steel wall around her heart. She imagines the arrows breaking painlessly
