He stiffened like she’d slapped him.
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what? Tell the truth? You think I don’t recognize this?” She gestured to the torn wall.
“The destruction and the timing? Right after she leaves.”
“I do. I know every detail about your divorce.
I didn’t want to believe it, but now, I can’t deny it.”
She walked right up to Blaine and stared him down.
“You were eight years old. You stood in the hallway when your father told me I could never leave him because he owned everything, and I had nothing without him. You told me you’d take care of me when we had to leave in the middle of the night.”
Blaine let out a rough sound.
“It’s worse because you know exactly what you’re doing. You felt how much this hurts firsthand, and instead of becoming a better man, you became your father.”
The silence pressed in from all sides.
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