SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

My Woman

Phoebe was still standing on the porch, breathing heavily, after the moment of silence. Christian’s car was gone down the driveway but the energy of his anger and pain did not dissipate and filled the air around the cottage. She was conscious of the fact that Oliver was standing beside her, his hand was near her, in a position that he could catch her if she were to faint. The night was quiet and the silence was filled with things that were never said.

And at last he looked her full in the face, with an expression of quiet inquiry. “Are you okay?”

She gasped, feeling how her chest was constricted. “I… I don’t know.” She laughed a little but it was forced and even to her it sounded so. That is why I was shocked when he showed up here.” Not like this.”

Oliver simply nodded as his face grew stern. “It’s understandable. He has been in your live for years.”

Phoebe stood hugging her arms across her chest, as if she was trying to protect herself from the nakedness of the occurrence. “Well