Chapter Six
Kate woke up the next morning feeling bruised and ruptured and thought about staying in bed, but the rage in her chest could not be contained. She dressed and slammed into the kitchen. She made a halfhearted attempt at coffee but ended up smashing a mug in the sink. How dare he do that to me!
In the bathroom, she showered, used the blow drier and applied her makeup, hoping it would calm her. It didn’t. She pulled on tight jeans and a checked shirt. Then zipped up knee-high boots with two-inch block heels. She thought about how good it would feel to drive the toe of one of those boots into the balls of a student reporter by the name of Bradley Philips.
She skipped her photo manipulation class and went directly to the Journalism Department on the third floor. The receptionist
