FIFTY-SIX
The day started like any other, with me lost in my storyboards and script revisions. The movie was consuming most of my waking hours, and I welcomed the distraction. With everything that has been going on in my life, I think this project came just at the right time.
It was around noon when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I hesitated for a moment before making my way to the door. When I opened it, my heart sank.
Jennifer stood there, her expression cold and unyielding. She looked as put together as ever, dressed in a tailored coat with her hair perfectly styled. I could see the contempt in her eyes as she looked at me.
What does she want now?
"Jennifer," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "What are you doing here?"
She stepped past me, not waiting for an invitation, and walked into my living room as if she owned the place. I followed her, my mind racing.