393 Confrontation at the Cottage

(Winona)

I’m tidying up the cottage, trying to distract myself from the waiting game, when I hear footsteps approaching. I turn to see Lance leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. I raise an eyebrow, surprised to see him here without Lisa.

“Lance?” I say, “What’s up? I thought you’d be sleeping.”

He shrugs, pushing off the door and strolling over with that half-grin of his. “Figured we could catch up… without Lisa.”

His tone has an edge to it, and something in his gaze tells me this isn’t just a casual visit. I feel a little spark of dread ignite in my stomach.

“Alone? Why?” I ask, folding my arms, though I already have a feeling where this might be going.

“Cut the act, Winona,” he says, dropping onto the couch across from me. “I wasn’t actually using the bathroom earlier. I was… listening.”

My stomach flips, and I try to keep my face neutral, but I know I’m a terrible liar. I should’ve known Lance would catch on; he’s known me too long.

“Listening to what, exactly?” I say, feig