Chapter 91

Maybe I am just trying to reconcile the wild insecure, impulsive young adult that Linc has described to me with the middle aged visibly calm woman in front of me.

She looks different to me because the first time we met, she was sobbing at my feet and I was out of sorts.

"Sheryl, why are you here?" Linc asks. Straight to the point. I cringe uncomfortably beside him at his curt tone.

He doesn't even bother introducing us. I guess I should also be feeling some sort of resentment towards Sheryl, but I can't bring myself to. Tyler is the only one at fault here. He could have met with Linc and have a talk about what his mother told him.

Wait, what if that was what he came to his office to do that day and he met us having sex on his desk instead? It is possible. But it is still no excuse for the route he chose to go. He hurt me. He endangered me. He hurt my friend. It is unforgivable, what he did.

"Do you have him?" She asks, her voice is feathery, choked full with h