Three Strikes

Cora's POV

My fingers stilled on the zipper of my bag. For a second, I contemplated pretending I didn't hear him, just walking out the door. But I knew that would only make things worse. Way worse.

I let go of the bag and took a breath.

I forced my head up, forced my spine straight, as I walked toward him. Each step felt like walking toward the edge of a cliff. My thighs trembled with each stride,