Carlos's POV
The gate lights cast long, harsh shadows across the driveway. I stood there with my arms folded so tight my biceps ached, watching the taillights of the black Civic disappear down the road.
My pulse hammered in my ears not from running but from the slow,boiling rage that had started building the second I saw her step out of that car.
That car belonged to Patrick,he came with that car when he did the interview for his position. An old friend, my ass.
I'd seen the way she looked at him in the office earlier ,the spark in her eyes was no we're near discrete or invisible. Her reaction was similar to that of a priest who was seeing a ghost but wasn't sure he wanted to exorcise it. I'd let it slide then and told myself it was nothing other than high school history.
But now she was coming home at seven o'clock after ditching me in the hospital in another man's car staggering like she's drunk or high on some kind of drug and I was supposed to pretend I didn't see it?
