I hadn’t just been posting during those horrible first few days — I’d also been making calls.
Every evening, I sat on the edge of the bed with my laptop open, paperwork spread out like pieces of a puzzle I’d been avoiding for years.
By the time I headed home on the fifth day, everything was ready.
I expected Lorraine to be long gone, but when I stepped inside, her shoes were by the door.
I’D ALSO BEEN MAKING CALLS.
Lorraine herself stood in the living room, arms crossed, eyes sharp with something like anticipation.
“Oh, you actually had the nerve to show your face here after humiliating us online.”
Jake appeared behind her, jaw clenched tight.
“Did you enjoy it? Playing the victim in that place?”
I squared my shoulders and braced myself for the fight of my life.
JAKE APPEARED BEHIND HER, JAW CLENCHED TIGHT.
