I didn't speak; I just held up the phone. He took it, his eyes darting as he scrolled through the comments. I watched his jaw lock so tight I could actually hear the bone click.
“That’s from three weeks ago,” he rasped.
“I know.”
“Before the filing.”
“I know.”
“Who posted it?” he demanded, his voice dropping to a dark, lethal register.
“Does it even matter now?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Yes,” he stated sharply.
“It’s already out there, Cole. The damage is done.”
He handed the phone back carefully, as if it were a live grenade. “Did he call?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And he’s pretending this is about Lily,” I noted bitterly. “But we both know it’s about control.”
Cole paced the kitchen—once across, once back. He wasn't yelling, but the energy radiating off him was deafening.
