The last frayed thread of my feelings for Daniel snapped.

I looked at the documents resting on the leather seat.

I kept seeing the black text of his message to Melissa.

Once Claire finishes paying down the mortgage, everything will be easier.

I sat in my parked car, remembering how I had read the email printout six times under the bright lights of Rebecca Sloan’s office.

The afternoon sun beat down on the brick patio by two o’clock.

Fourteen people filled the backyard of Eleanor’s house for the Saturday cookout.