Everything was a lie. He was a liar and his so-called trust was an even bigger lie.
Becca stood facing the door to Navaya's house, her hands dangling limply at her side as she waited and waited. Slowly— yet frailly, she hoisted her hand and rang the doorbell anew.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard her phone chime in her purse. Leo… Ever since she left him with Johnny at that cafe he had been blowing up her phone with calls and texts— to which she gave no response. She wasn't lucid enough to manage a civil conversation with him without dredging the gashes his perfidy rabbeted. Just the thought of it spun her head with vertigo, the thought sickened her, and the fact that Leo still perdured his attempts to get hold of her, irked Becca in more ways than one.
