Beverley walked quickly out of the apartment building. Her face was sullen. Brent tried to take her hand many times, but she always brushed him off.

“Honey, my car’s not there!” Brent exclaimed from behind.

Beverley stopped her steps in annoyance. “What the hell! I brought my own car!”

Brent sighed. It was the first time Beverley had ever gotten angry with him. He had just found out that she was quite difficult for him to reconcile with. But he understood that. After all, she ...