CHAPTER 7: THE PRICE OF A LIE

Flora threw the rolling pin down and slapped a frustrated hand down on the ceramic counter. Once, then after the pain settled, she hit it again and again. She desperately tried, through the days since she last saw Samuel, not to cry. She made every effort not to give him a second thought. She wanted to wait for him to finally call her and tell her the truth because she didn’t believe a word of all he said.

How could she believe it? How?

Samuel was not a perfect man, he had many flaws, but cheating wasn’t one of them. He had spoken to her about moving in together, starting a family, and getting married. Sure, those were hypotheticals, fantasies they loved to live in once in a while, but she knew he meant it when he said he wanted them to be married.

A tear fell when she got lost in her thoughts, and she grunted, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. She pulled herself together and finished cutting out the biscuits she wanted to bake for the house. The doorbell rang, and she grab