Donna couldn’t stay at the party and make chit-chat. She didn’t think she could hold it together for even another minute.
“Excuse me,” she mumbled.
She made it to the front door without anyone stopping her.
She was halfway to her car before Jacob called out behind her.
She heard the front door slam, but she didn’t stop.
When she opened the car door, she almost sat on the plate of brownies she’d saved for him.
Stupid.
She was so stupid.
Hot tears blinded her as she reached for the plate.
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Published on March 24, 2019 02:34