Tommy thought I was the most easy-going man he had ever met.
He had seen me cross when he teased me. He had seen me angry, when I thought he was taking foolish risks.
But he had never, ever seen me in a fury.
Until that night.
I was brushing my teeth when Tommy called from the bedroom, “Oh, love. You got something for me too? Is there any wonder why I love you?”
“Sorry?” I joined him in the other room, and stopped abruptly at the sight of what he held. The hairs at the back of my neck stood on end, and I could feel the blood drain from my face. I shook my head, forcing the words out of dried lips. “That isn’t from me.”
“Then who…?” Tommy opened the box and stared inside. His eye widened in shock.
“What…?” I was beside him, peering into the chest, and I recoiled from the miasma of da
