She screamed, as tears trickled down her face, and she heard the low rumbling noise of Jefferson’s truck driving away down the gravel road. * * * “Good evenin’, sweetheart. How are you going?” Truly asked, basking Raylyn in one of the warmest smiles she’s seen in a long time. “I’m good, thank you.” Even though on the inside her mind was being turned over its own axle, had a mouse propelling it, and the only thoughts that ran on that axle were the questions why Jeff had turned down her request to come over every single time, and why did he still have Amber’s number on his fucking phone? She called him like it was last night they’d been together, perhaps that’s what he did at his house and didn’t want to have her over? What the hell was he up to? Had this thing between them ended as soon as it had started?
