Nadia
I manage to get in my apartment and lean against the door before I start crying.
Adrian and Kat are on the sofa watching television, Kat on his lap. They both look up in alarm when they hear my strangled wail.
I hold up a hand. “It's okay. I broke up with Flynn. I don't want to talk about it.” I force my leaden feet to move toward the bedroom.
“Okay,” Kat says.
Adrian hits pause on the movie they’re watching. “Am I going to kill him?”
I stop in my bedroom doorway and give him a hard look. A hard look tempered by a stream of tears. “It’s not funny. I’m tired of your violence. No. You are not going to kill him. You're going to be very nice to him. Because he's the nicest guy I've ever known.” With that, I burst into full-on sobs. I shut my door and throw myself on my bed.
I did
