“She’s off today!”
“Since when do you have the right to grant her time off?” I didn’t know this side of Liz, but I was loving it.
“I’m still the owner of this house!” He really was.
“Oh, really? Don’t worry.” She takes a deep breath. “I’ll be leaving here tomorrow.”
“As long as we’re married, it won’t make a difference.” I start walking toward her as I speak. “Everything that is yours will also be mine, and vice versa!”
“Okay, Mr. McKnight!” Gradually, I close the gap between us. She takes a few steps back, ending up against the fridge. “What’s the reason for the divorce delay?”
I don’t say anything. I just keep walking toward her. When I’m close enough, I place my hand on the fridge, reducing the distance between us in a way that leaves her cornered, and I bring my face closer to he
