"Are you still with Catrina? That woman won't make it easy for you," Freed added.

"I just left the apartment."

"How did you leave her?"

"She's fine. I need a drink. I'll wait for you at the club."

Lindsey was keeping an eye on her husband; he hadn't arrived yet. She fell asleep for a while until she woke up thinking about him. Seeing the empty space beside her, she got up and went down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she took out a pitcher and poured herself a glass of water, not realizing