el

ressed to his ear. He saw the scene-Colton, Campbell, the police car

not to his business associate. "You can't handle one thi

t to pipe up. "It wasn't his fault, Mr. McKee. Th

would have been there. She always knows what to do." The i

resentment. Campbell' s, with triumphant pity. Tiffany' s, with smug contem

squeezed tighter, but no tears ca

azel. Go inside." He didn't look at me; he looked past me, as i

From my own family. Fr

d into my purse and pulled out a she

signature was already at the bott

, a flicker of genuine shock finally breaking

I said, my vo

e for years. He truly believed I was incapable of action. For seventeen years, I had been the perfect, accommodating wife. I had yi

my voice level. "And I ge

urned ashen. A vein pulse

e from behind him. Campbell had rushed to h

flying to her chest. "Is this because

his arm wrapping around her protectively. "It's n

s lip curling. "She has

mbling. "We have to get Colton out of t

the drama of my own life. A "h

bell how burdened he was. "Fine," he said, waving a dismi

ase Campbell, to show her he could manage his crazy

yes pleading. "Think of Colton. Don't

deliberate twis

id to us? To me? But I didn't. The question would be pointless. They lived in

ce station. The shame. The disgust. He

breath, my hands clenchi

t unwavering. "I'm leaving. With or without the

preading across his face. He thought I was