Chapter 12

Five days of the week were the only times that Cara visited the gym. She spent the weekends doing other little exercises around the house, like tending the garden at the back and swimming. She had just finished weeding the garden with her little shovel on a Saturday morning and was about to go in for a shower when she heard a car pull up somewhere behind her. At first, she thought it was Lance, but when she turned to look, she found that it was his mother instead.

"Good Morning, Carol," she greeted as the older woman walked up to her.

"Where is Lance?", Carol demanded, ignoring her greeting.

Cara was by no means surprised. It was clear that that incident at the party had forever damaged their friendship.

"I have no idea. Haven't seen him in a long while," she shrugged in reply.

"Are you sure?", Carol asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "I sincerely hope he's not somewhere on a bed in your house, because that would be..."

"Look, Carol," Cara cut her of