I stepped in front of Miles and turned to Graham.
There was no anger in my eyes, only the pity one might offer a clown.
"Graham, can you do anything besides glorify yourself and belittle everyone else?"
My voice carried through the quiet shop, each word landing like a blade.
"You keep claiming you love me, but you don't even know my favorite color. You believed you stood above me and controlled every part of my life. The truth is that you only loved playing the savior."
Graham stood frozen as every trace of color drained from his face.
I had stripped away the illusion of devotion he took such pride in and crushed it before him.
"That isn't true, Tessa. I really love you."
In a panic, he pulled a black credit card from his pocket and held it out with both hands.
"This black credit
