Dream That Won’t Come True

Lydia's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as her car sped through the quiet streets. Her jaw was clenched, and her chest felt heavy with frustration and hurt. She didn't even remember most of the drive home; her mind was too clouded by everything that had happened. It was a miracle she had managed to get there in one piece.

As her house came into view, she noticed another car parked in the driveway—a familiar one. For the first time that evening, her lips twitched into a small smile.

Of course, he'd be here, she thought, shaking her head.

She parked behind the other car and got out quickly. She didn't even bother to fish for her keys. The door was already unlocked.

With a soft sigh, she pushed it open and stepped inside, made her way toward the kitchen, following the faint scent of something delicious.

When she entered the kitchen, her breath hitched.