AND THEN, she saw him.
Wesley Jameson stepped out of one of the cars, his tall frame clad in a beach short and t-shirt. He looked relaxed, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he took a deep breath of the salty air.
Charlotte felt a strange sense of peace wash over her as she gazed at Wesley. She hadn't expected him to show up, but now that he was here, she felt a sense of comfort she couldn't quite explain.
As Wesley's eyes met hers, he smiled, his face lighting up with warmth. Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat, her pulse racing with anticipation.
What was he doing here? And why did she feel so happy to see him?
Sheila's condo was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. She sat on her plush couch, sipping a glass of red wine as she listened intently to the woman seated across from her.