Alone in the car, Victoria's thoughts swirled like the dust devils on the desert highway. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white with tension.
"If Benjamin had the guts to ask me himself,"
She muttered under her breath, recalling Mrs. Qui's statement.
"I'd tell him exactly what that was."
Her eyes narrowing, focusing on the road ahead, but her mind was a thousand miles away. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the cup in the cupholder, but it did little to calm her simmering anger.
She could almost taste the bitterness of
her mind raced with scenarios, her thoughts a jumbled mix of anger, frustration, and determination. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, like a drumbeat echoing through her body.
The car's air conditioning hummed softly, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside her.
