Samuel realized she'd misunderstood. So he stepped toward her, panic setting in. "Eli, it's not what you think. I…"

"Not what I think?" she snapped, cutting him off. Her voice was icy, each word sharp and deliberate. "I heard every word from your own mouth. What part of this am I supposed to misunderstand?"

The raw betrayal in her tone left Samuel speechless.

She'd been too naive. She shook her head, her composure unraveling as the pain set in. Just ...