“This isn’t your decision,” he says, his voice rising in anger.
“I don’t believe you. Is your head stuck that far up your own ass that you can’t see the wood for the trees? Money means jack s**t if you’re miserable, Julian.”
He stands abruptly. “Don’t you think I know that?” he growls. “I, more than anyone, know that.” He shakes his head. “This is none of your business.”
“None of my business.” I throw up my hands in despair. “What the hell am I doing here then if Willow is none of my business?”
“Making my life f*****g difficult.
My eyes fill with tears. “You’re really going to make her go back there?”
“Yes.” He lifts his chin defiantly. “She can have the rest of the week off until police find whoever was responsible and press charges. Then she is going back to that school.”
I shake
