SIENNA ~
Maya put the taser in my palm before she even took the car out of park.
It was small and black and heavier than it looked, the kind of thing you bought after a late-night true-crime spiral and then prayed you never had to explain to a barista. She closed my fingers around it and held on for a second longer than she needed to.
“It goes in the inside pocket,” she said. “Not the bottom of the bag where you will spend four minutes digging like this is a normal custody chat. I did not drag you out of that marriage just to watch you sit pretty while he practices his concerned-ex voice.”
I slid it into the inside pocket of my bag and tried to laugh. It came out thin. “You make it sound like we are walking into a deposition.”
“We are walking into a coffee shop with a man who used to
