May

“That’s all for today, May," Dave said, his voice turning cold and businesslike. “Did you bring what I asked for?”

I was still thinking about the kiss, my head feeling dizzy. “What?”

“The files,” Dave repeated patiently. “From Richard’s company. Did your daughter get them?”

Everything became clear again. The kiss wasn’t real love. It was a reward like giving a dog a treat for doing a trick.

But I pushed that thought away. It hurt to think about it when I knew I was ...