She spent the night at Jenna’s small apartment. The room smelled of fresh coffee and clean laundry, providing a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in months.
She couldn’t sleep because she was waiting for Wesley to call back. Finally, her phone rang early the next morning.
“Wesley!” Cassandra gasped as she answered.
“What more do you want from us?” a cold voice asked. It was Edith, not Wesley.
Cassandra felt her blood turn to ice. “Why do you have my husband’s phone?”
“Because he called me, and he was absolutely horrified after hearing about what you did,” Edith lied. “He knows the truth now.”
“What did you tell him?” Cassandra whispered.
Edith let out a dry, haunting laugh. “I told him you left the house screaming and that you disrespected his father’s memory.”
“I told him you said you were too good for this neighborhood and that you were leaving with a friend to find a better life,” the woman continued.
“That is a complete lie and you know it!” Cassandra shouted.
“Well, your husband believed me,” Edith said before hanging up the phone.
Cassandra tried to call back a dozen times, but the line was busy. Eventually, a single text arrived from Wesley’s number.