Liberty gave her sister a look. “Are you saying his clothes ran outside by themselves? They’re still damp. They must’ve been washed last night or this morning.”

Serenity muttered, “Did he really come back last night?”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Look, don’t you think the flowers I have are pretty? You enjoy the little balcony garden while I finish eating.”

When Serenity returned to the dining room with the bowl and sat down, she hurriedly took out her cell phone and sent a message to Jasmine.

[Jasmine, when did I get drunk last night? Did your brother and you take me home after I got drunk?

[Why did I have a dream last night about Zachary coming home? It’s not like I miss him.

[He has clothes drying on my balcony, and his clothes are still damp... Could it be that I wasn’t dreaming? Was he actually back?

[Text me instead of calling since my sister is here. I don’t want her to worry that I’m fighting with Zachary.]

After Liberty divorced, what she feared most was that her sister