Veronica dropped to her knees and held onto my hips, burying her face in my stomach, her cries muffed against my sweatshirt. She continued pleading for forgiveness, digging her nails into my hips.
All romantic feelings I had for her were quickly dying off, my eyes now seeing her as nothing but an unnecessary person in my life. I grabbed a clump of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her watery eyes to look up at me.
She begged, “Please, Sheryl, give me another chance! I promise I won’t mess up!”
“Show me your phone,” I scowled. “Now.”