A wave of self-reproach crashed over her, icy and biting.

What had she been thinking?

She had resolved to sever ties with Sanford, yet there she was, helplessly drawn to his allure, much like a moth drawn to a fatal flame.

Appalled at her own weakness, Maggie rushed to the door

Sanford could only watch as Maggie distanced herself. His brow furrowed as he wondered about the ungodly timing of their visitor.