Chapter 4

When I arrived at our apartment complex, the evening breeze carried the chill of early autumn.

But the moment I saw that white car by the entrance, my heart sank into an ice-cold pit.

Erica's Porsche was brazenly parked in my spot.

I glanced up at the familiar window on the fourth floor.

Both the living room and bedroom lights were on. Ruth was back, and she wasn't alone. Whoever drove that Porsche was up there with her.

Maybe it was just Erica?

Or maybe...

I still held onto a faint hope, even though I knew how ridiculous it was.