Vanessa

The word "furious" doesn't describe how I feel right now. Maximize the emotion by ten, which may be an accurate description.

I text Brent.

He doesn't reply.

I call him.

He doesn't answer.

When I drop by his house, he's lounging poolside. He's changed into a blue and white striped shirt, unbuttoned and black shorts. He's wearing sunglasses and has a drink in his hand.

I wrinkle my nose.

His mood still stinks.

"Brent," I ...