Tonya stared at the phone Call Ended. That was it. No explanation. No name. Just.. “You really don’t know, do you?” Then silence. Tonya immediately called back. Straight to voicemail. “Oh, hell no,” she mumbled. She called again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. By the fourth call, Tonya was pacing across the bedroom. “Who the hell is this woman?” she asked herself. She opened Samuel’s contact. Her thumb hovered over his name before she pressed call. One ring. Two. Three. Voicema

Tonya wasn't the type to go looking for trouble. At least, she tried not to be. She had learned a long time ago that if you went searching through a man's phone, nine times out of ten, you'd find exactly what you were afraid of. So she didn't touch Samuel's. She didn't ask for passwords. Didn't check call logs. Didn't wait for him to fall asleep so she could hold his phone up to his face and unlock it. She wasn't doing all that. But she wasn't stupid either. And lately... Sam

Samuel was everything Tonya wanted. Or at least everything she thought she wanted. He was attentive, consistent, romantic.. And whew, put some respect on that R. The kind of man who remembered the little things. If Tonya mentioned she liked a certain restaurant, Samuel remembered. If she had a rough day, somehow flowers would show up. Weekend trips didn't need a special occasion. Sometimes he would simply tell her to pack a bag and be ready by seven. “Where are we going?” Ton