He was never mine
“Thanks, Larissa. You are a lifesaver.”
“It's my honor to do business with you, Mrs. Smith.”
The moment the call ended, Carmen finally realized how quiet the room was and how lonely it felt, then her sight rested on the pillows.
“No matter what I do, I always come back to having a spare pillow on my bed instead of him,” Carmen whispered without any emotions.
Then she made another call, and within less than five minutes after she had gotten off the phone, there was a knock on her door.
“Who's there?” Carmen softly called out.