I made myself a bowl of pasta, tossed in some greens, sat in silence at the kitchen table—thinking about how the hell I was gonna tell him…
We made a promise last year. Ring on my finger before the next spring. That’s what he said. “Before the spring, Savannah. I swear on my name.”
I remembered what the doctor told me… She said I should think about not keeping the baby. Said I needed to focus on treatment. That I was young. “You’ve got a real good shot, Savannah. Don’t be scared.”
After five hours of sitting on the sofa, watching the endless darkness, the doorbell rang. Strange—Zeus never rang. He just walked in. I opened the door and there he was—half-drunk, practically draped over Zoraya.
Yeah. Zoraya. The new girl Zeus hired last year. Fresh out of college. Thought she’d be harmless.
“Hey, Savannah,” she chirped, steadying him. “We were out with that client from Atlantic City. Mr. Lambert had a little too much to drink. His car’s downstairs—I figured I’d help him up.”
She was all flushed cheeks and perfect curves in that tight little floral dress. Smelled like orange blossoms and sugar lies.