De vrouw van de buurman deel 2

The next day as Mike kissed Heather goodbye, his hand lingering on her hip before he climbed into

his car, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness. He was off again, leaving her alone

in the house while he gallivanted around the country, probably with some young thing on the

side. She watched him drive away, the anger simmering in her chest. As the car disappeared

down the street, Heather turned and walked back into the house, her mind racing with thoughts of