Thirty-four

I love flowers.

I bob my head in agreement even when I know it’s unlikely to be of help. I don’t want to hurt him any further by turning his suggestion down. His elation as he crashes me into a hug heightens my distress of what will ensue when things don’t go as planned.It all started when Ruby let down her guards. She let an enemy into her house. Beryl was the sister to her husband's friend. That's how the got to know each other.

So like new friends, Beryl began visiting Ruby oftenly. And she would cook and spend time with her.

So one night, her husband Peter went out to buy weed. It was nothing unusual for Ruby since he did that often. He came back a few hours later and claimed he met some of his friends and they hang out for a few hours as they smoked. They had sex a couple of times and slept.

Fast forward to a few weeks later. Ruby discovered something and took her friend Beryl's phone. Guess what she found in the trash can?