Chapter 6
Hannah was still trying to wrap her head around everything when Marcus said, teasing, “Girl, I had no clue you were
married.”
“Not for much longer, Hannah shot back with a smirk, “I’m out here, Mr. Campbell.”
Marcus stared at her curvy back as she exited the private room. A rakish smile flashed in his deep–set eyes.
Once outside the door, Hannah took a deep breath and shoved that drama to the back of her head. She dialed up Cynthia and found out where she was.
Cynthia was really getting into her drink when Hannah showed up. “Time to roll,” Hannah called out, motioning to her.
It took Cynthia a few tries to get on her feet. “We bailing already she whined.
Looking at Cynthia’s red face, Hannah knew she was wasted. Jug my crappy day, she thought, grabbing Cynthia and whisper–shouted, “You never told me I was married!”
“What?” Cynthia slurred, hanging on Hannah. “I thought you knew. Didn’t Oliver clue you in?”
Mentally chewing out Oliver, Hannah wondered, Why’d he say Wallace was a jerk but skip the part about me being married to the guy?”
Cynthia was so plastered that Hannah had no choice but to drag her back to the Raven house. They walked in to find Oliver on the sofa. He perked up. “Didn’t think you’d come back.”
He was surprised to see Cynthia staggering in with Hannah. “What’s she doing here?” he asked.
“What’s the big deal?” Hannah, out of breath, just plopped Cynthia onto the couch, where she flopped onto Oliver, mumbled something, and frowned.
Oliver instantly tightened up. He awkwardly pushed Cynthia’s head to the side.
Hannah chugged a big glass of water and then said, “Take Cynthia to the spare room.”
“You…” Oliver began, but Hannah cut him off coldly, “We’re not done yet.
Oliver had no clue, but zipped it right away. He knew better than to mouth off right then. He turned and nudged Cynthia’s foot. “Hey, can you stand?” he asked.
No answer. Cynthia closed her eyes, on the verge of passing out Oliver was at a loss for words. Standing there, he finally let
under her shoulders and knees, and picked her up. out a sigh, slid his art
Seeing Oliver tuck Cynthia in, Hannah was shocked. She snapped back to reality, and tapped her chin, grinning. She thought, ‘Looks like those two had some drama over the past couple of years too.
Hannah went back to her room. After showering, she lay on the bed and was about to fall asleep. But then she thought of the dude from the bar. That guy was still her husband.
Then, it hit her the old phone. After her car crash, she’d switched phones but hadn’t tossed the old one. It was stashed in a drawer instead
She flicked on the light, got out of bed, and dug out the phone. She never wrote diaries, but photos were different
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Hannah clicked into the album, and her finger stopped dead on the screen. There were pictures of everyday stuff. Sideshots, backshots of Wallace, a table stacked with dishes she snapped while waiting for someone, some room she didn’t recognize… But those pictures were sneaky, blurry, shaky, like she felt guilty or something.
She clutched her phone tight. She didn’t remember taking those pictures, but they gave her the creeps.
She swiped to the last picture and froze. Some woman was hugging Wallace.
Now the weird feeling Hannah had was gone in an instant, replaced by pure rage. “What a jerk! He was cheating!‘ she fumed.
