The untold affair

Sandra stood at the door with her handbag lazily hanging on her shoulders. Her knuckles had gone white in fear, and she relied completely on the handle of her boxes.

Would she be taken in? She wondered silently.

She pulled out her finger, pressing the door's bell. It rang out loud.

She heaved a deep breath. If her calculations were right, the house shouldn't be empty. She looked at the black wooden door. It screamed class. She gulped down her fear.

Her heart's beat increased as she heard footsteps approach. The door's handle bent down, and she watched as the door opened.

Tanya stood at the other side draped in a short white dress. Her black hair hung up in a ponytail.

She felt her chest tighten. Being the bad friend that she was, she had not checked up on her friend in a while. A long one at that.

Tanya looked out the door, checking the environment.

"Don't tell me you're still thinking you can shake off your husband." She said, placing