By the time Cindy reached the hotel, her parents were waiting for her with concerned expressions. She had moved her belongings quietly throughout the day, determined not to give Peter the satisfaction of seeing her pack. Now, as she stepped into the modest hotel room, she finally exhaled.
The presence of her parents was a balm for her wounded heart. They didn’t ask questions, sensing that she wasn’t ready to talk. Cindy placed the necklace box on the nightstand, its gaudy presence mocking her even now. She stared at it, her emotions a mix of anger, sorrow, and relief.