MIRROR
He'd hit her.
I'd seen Garrick do a lot of things in two decades. I'd seen him put a man's face through a bar counter. I'd seen him make decisions that kept me awake some nights if I let myself think about them too long. But there was something about watching him slam Leigh whom I know nothing about to her knees — her already busted foot, the blood on her lip, the way she looked up at him from the floor and smiled like she'd already decided none of it could touch her anymore — that sat wrong with me in a way I couldn't logic my way out of.
She'd called him mate.
The door clicked shut behind her. Garrick stood in the middle of the office with his jaw tight and a vein working hard at his temple, staring at the closed door like it had personally wronged him.
I leaned back in my ch
