Van
Nearly twenty years ago
My pulse quickened as the raised voices came into range. A cyclone of thoughts ran through my brain at sonic speed, the most pressing being, What the f**k was happening?
As I pushed the key into the lock on my apartment door, I chastised myself for still living here, for putting Madison and Lena in danger. The volume of their voices exploded as the door swung inward. The entryway was as it had been when I left for the office this morning. The table and mirror were in place. I moved slowly, hoping to surprise whoever was here.
Butler. That was my first thought.
The fucker hadn't pressed charges when I beat the s**t out of him. It was more than likely because my attorneys contacted him first. The agreed-upon mutual decision was that if Butler didn't want his
