I was sobbing as I clung to the steering wheel when someone tapped on the truck window. I wiped my eyes and sat up straight before opening the door.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Victor took me in his arms. “Were you attacked again?”
I shook my head and searched the center console for a tissue.
“If I tell you why I’m crying, you’ll think I’m a jerk,” I said and loudly blew my nose.
“I’d never think you’re a jerk,” Victor caressed a lock of my hair between his thumb and forefinger. “Talk to me, my love.”
“Amy and Justin are getting married next Saturday,” I revealed. “And I’m insanely jealous that it’s not me marrying you.”
I began to cry again.
“Let’s go for a walk.” Victor took my hands and pulled me from the truck.
As we walked around the side of the mansion, he put an arm aroun
