The Price of Betrayal

Valerie’s POV

My phone beeped again.

I didn't have to look at it to know who it was. It had been going off since I got here — soft persistent notifications that I kept ignoring because ignoring things was something I had always been very good at.

Finally I reached over and picked it up.

My love: Come home, Valerie. I'm sorry.

I stared at the message for a moment. The guilt came back fast and uninv