[Hey, Fil. I saw your truck in my place this morning. I wonder why it was here? Is everything okay?]
Fil listened to Vincent's voicemail after spending her entire morning in Jackson's arms. Her hair was still damp as she just finished showering while Jackson was still inside. Yes, she even showered with him. She already lost her mind.
"Right…" she whispered, remembering she parked her truck in its designated slot near his. "I forgot about that detail."
Fil pressed her lips into a thin line as she gripped her phone tightly. She then held the phone with both her hands, typing her response, only to stop midway.
[If you want revenge and want assistance, you have to bear in mind you can't pity them. Even the slightest.]
