Ana
She was standing in her boyfriend of a year and a half's bedroom, the man himself, Peirce. Was in the shower, she’d arrived early with their dinner and right now, wished she had not texted him to tell him she was coming early at all.
She had smelled a woman outside his house, and she even knew who it was. His ex, Felicity, she had put their dinner on the kitchen counter, telling herself that it was nothing to be concerned about. That Felicity was the mother of his two children; they were divorced, and she didn’t live here in town.
She came to his house, to pick up and drop off the children for weekend and school holiday visits, as per their custody agreement, though, as she had let herself inside the house, as had been his text, “Just let yourself in Ana.” He’d sent to her. She coul
