How to Say Our Final Goodbye
“That’s Henry Hale we’re talking about! He treats you–”
“How he treats me doesn’t matter anymore,” Lena interrupted, shaking her head lightly as her voice turned raspy. “And I’m not insane.”
The image of Henry holding that child with Ava leaning happily against his shoulder flashed in her mind again. It felt like a thorn, twisting deeper into her chest.
An unfaithful man was someone Lena had no use for.
Sydney opened her mouth to argue further, but Lena stood up. “I’m going to use the restroom.”
As she walked down the dimly lit hallway past a row of private rooms, a familiar male voice drifted out from one of the rooms. Lena’s footsteps halted. Peering through the cracked-open door, she froz