e, Matthew released me. I stumbled back, ga

stood in the liv

down with contempt. "Nobody believes a hyster

You heard the police. It's a family dispute. Now, are you

ver felt for him evaporated. It was replaced by a cold, cl

to g

steadying breath, schooling my f

ice flat and devoid of emotio

pression deepened

, avoiding his eyes. "I'm going to

en shrugged. "Fine. But don't be

kitchen counter. I slipped on a pair of sneakers,

pounding a frantic tattoo agai

s. Gable's door and knocked softly. She opene

ars finally streaming down my face.

cked the door behind me. "Y

y voice breaking with sobs as I recounted the slap, the hair-pulling, the threats. H

ice dangerously calm. "Don't

m's biggest security guards with me, men I knew and trus

ying the last of the boxes, w

his mother

oud. "What the hell is t

Matthew," I said

hoing in the nearly empty apartment. "You're chea

hink you can just walk away? This condo, I helped

That's right! You owe him! A

t you're signing over half the equity in this p

humorless sound. "You are

e rage was back, hotter

hands closing a

tch!" he choked out, his fingers digg

ted to move forward, but