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“We’re getting close to the city,” she said. “Do you want me to drop you off?”
“That would be great.”
It didn’t take them long to get to his place. He told Amelia to pull into his second parking spot, but it was taken.
He stared at the blue sports car, horror washing over him.
“Huh,” she said, ignorant of his worry. “A neighbor must be having a guest over.”
“That’s not a guest. That’s Lucinda.”
“What? What would she be doing here?”
“She shows up from time to time.”
“Oh, come on.” Amelia threw the car in reverse and found the guest parking.
“What are you doing?” he asked as she cut the engine.
“Going in with you. I’m not letting you do this alone.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she said. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
“I do. Please. I can’t keep dealing with this alone.”
“Then you won’t.”
His apartment was on the second floor, and Amelia followed him up the stairs quietly.
Daniel took out his key and turned the lock. His body was tight with anxiety.
Amelia put a warm hand on his shoulder. “We’ve got this.”
He opened the door, only to be hit with the scent of Lucinda’s perfume. It immediately took him back to their marriage, as it always did. The nights she would make him pose for the perfect Instagram selfie, or the nights where they would fight when he was far too tired for sex. It sent chills up his spine.
“Yuck, someone needs to air out the place.” Amelia fanned the air around her, face set in a scowl. He’d only seen her this protective at work when an employee came to her asking for help. He didn’t know how he’d somehow become a person she cared enough about to protect, but it calmed him in the face of his ex-wife.
Lucinda rounded the corner, coming into the foyer. She was dressed in one of her white robes, which was nothing more than a tiny silk dress. She looked like she had never left.
“Oh, Daniel. You’re finally back,” she announced.
“He’s not back for you,” Amelia said dryly. “That’s for sure.”
Lucinda blinked as if finally realizing he wasn’t alone.
“Who are you?” Lucinda’s voice soured.
“I’m his girlfriend,” Amelia replied, and he felt his heart stutter at her words. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied.
Lucinda pouted, her lower lip poking out in a pitiful way. “But I picked this place out.”
“When we were married,” he snapped.
