Mel called as she stepped through the front door and tossed her keys on the entry table. No answer. Strange, Richard’s car was parked up front. “Richard?” Richard’s solid frame filled the doorway between the dining room and front room. He stood still as a statue, silent and ominous. But maybe she misread him… In his hands, he held a plain white envelope and an enormous arrangement of white daisies. Daisies were her favorite. She hadn’t realized he’d noticed. Guilt twisted like a knife in her gut. She needed to tell him about the other night with Jackson, especially before she headed out on the road for the next eight months. But it would probably end their two year relationship. She’d never thought herself to be the cheating kind. And the reality of her mistake made it hard for her to look herself in the mirror. Sure, Richard was an ass a lot of the time and their relationship was probably on its way out anyway.
