Go Home, Stella

***Victor***

“Oops.”

Her voice was soft, but the way she said it made my jaw tick. She didn’t even bother to look guilty. She just tilted her glass, swirling the red wine like she owned the place.

Her fork had clattered against the porcelain plate while I was speaking with Hazel. A perfect little staged accident.

I gripped the phone tighter in my hand and turned slowly, my patience already thi