~Jenna~
9:47
Glaring at the clock, I bounced between anxiety and disappointment that Troy hadn’t made it home yet. He didn’t say a damn thing about having to go back to his office or anything like that. However, one minute I was setting the table and the next, I heard the abrupt screeching of his tires as he pulled out the driveway. I ran to the door within seconds, only to view the taillights fading down the street and looking down to see a restaurant bag left on the doorstep.
Nope, anxiety and disappointment weren’t the only things coursing through my veins. There were also hints of bitterness. I felt bitter that he left so unexpectedly.
Adjusting the hem of my dress, I wondered if he truly left because of me. Have my feelings for him been too much of an advancement? Was he calling q
