Nerves and Preparation
As the afternoon turned into evening, Melissa’s nerves steadily climbed. She paced her room, reviewing the plan over and over, whispering potential questions and responses to herself. Every imagined conversation had a dozen possible outcomes. What if he didn’t fall for it? What if he suspected something?
She changed clothes three times, trying to look just right—familiar, approachable, yet composed. Every glance at the clock made her stomach tighten. But no matter the fear, she reminded herself of her purpose. This wasn’t just about confronting a man from her past. It was about exposing the truth once and for all.
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