Claire sat in her car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she drove aimlessly through the city streets. The tears had dried on her cheeks, but the pain in her chest was still as raw as ever. Joshua's betrayal replayed over and over in her mind, each memory like a knife twisting deeper into her heart.
She didn't know where she was going, only that she couldn't stay in that house any longer. The thought of confronting Joshua again, of listening to more of his lies, was unbearable. She needed space, time to think, to breathe. But no matter how far she drove, she couldn't escape the image of Joshua and Mia together, so close, so intimate, as if she had never existed in his world.
As Claire turned onto a quiet street, her phone buzzed in the passenger seat. She glanced at it, her heart skipping a beat when she saw an unfamiliar number flash across the screen. For a moment, she hesitated, but something compelled her to pick it up.