“Hello, Millie.” It’s dark in the hallway, but the whites of her eyes almost seem to be glowing. “What… what are you doing here?” She scowls at me, the light from the moon creating disturbing shadows on her face. “It’s my home. I don’t have to account for my whereabouts.” Of course, it’s not really her home. Andrew owns the house. And if they weren’t married, she couldn’t live here. If he decided to choose me over her, this would be my house. These thoughts are insane. Obviously, that isn’t going to happen. “I’m sorry.”
