And without being she could bet his life on it that he would never take a woman there—never—unless it meant something deeper.
The man's heart thudded once, hard and slow.
If Jerry had truly not cared about this girl...
If she was just a tool...
He would never have taken her there.
Not to his mother's house.
Not to the place that still carried the smell of old flowers, and untouched memories.
The realization sank into him like a heavy stone.
If Jerry had taken her there, maybe...
Maybe this marriage wasn't as shallow as he wanted to believe.
Maybe Jerry's feelings were involved, And that made everything even more complicated.
The man sat frozen behind his desk, the weight of the revelation pressing harder against his chest.
He didn't say anything for a long time, just stared quietly at the folder sitting in front of him.
As if somehow the thin pile of papers could give him the answers he needed.
So this was it, then?
