Mannie’s POV
Today should have started fine, but it just had to start on a sour note because of Zarah.
Thinking of how Zarah had rushed to my house early in the morning just to question me about Michael made me seethe with silent rage.
She not only successfully angered me but also dented my image in my children’s minds.
The sound of her voice still rang in my head, sharp and accusing — “So, you’ve moved on to his uncle now?”
I could still see the disbelief on her face, the way she looked around my small living room like it was beneath her. My stomach twisted with anger at the memory.
The knife embedded in the wall beside the sofa still stood as proof of how much control I’d nearly lost.
I hadn’t planned to throw it. My hand had moved before my brain caught up — pure reflex.
I didn’
