Chapter: 88

I hoped mindless TV and sugar would take my mind off the altercation with Celeste, but half an hour later, my door burst open, and I knew that was a pipe dream.

Kieran stormed into the living room like a thundercloud, and I fought the urge to scream.

Why wouldn't these two just leave me alone?

"You struck her?" His voice was dangerously quiet, the kind of calm that comes before a hurricane.

I set the melting carton aside with deliberate slowness, pausing Chandler's sarcastic quip mid-sentence.