The next day, I overheard Richard on the phone. “She’s sharp,” he said, his voice tense. “Jennifer might tell Marla.” My anxiety spiked. What was he hiding?
Later, I confronted Richard, asking about the call. He confessed, revealing he was planning a surprise birthday party for Jennifer with his brother’s help. My fears dissolved, replaced by guilt for doubting him.
The next morning, watching Richard with Jennifer, I saw trust beginning to build between them. Jennifer’s smile was small but telling, a sign we were moving forward together.