Soothing her husband

Harry's car devoured the miles, its tires humming a smooth melody as they glided effortlessly across the asphalt. But the silence within the car was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated the air.

Valerie's mind was a jumble of emotions, her thoughts tangled in a web of guilt and anxiety. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing something wrong, like she was cheating on her husband, even though she knew she wasn't. Mr. Sinclair's words echoed in her mind like a mantra, 'Your ex shouldn't be offering you his hand, Miss Valerie… Your husband might have misunderstood the intimacy of the gesture, had he seen how close you two were.'

Could she be feeling this way because Mr. Sinclair led her down that rabbit hole? Or was she truly considering him to be right? She thought.