Chadwicks POV
The air in the bedroom felt heavy, like it was saturated with Sarah’s expensive, cloying perfume. It usually comforted me. Tonight, it just made me want to rip the windows open and let the night air drown it out.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my tablet propped against my knees. I wasn't reading anything. I was just staring at the glow of the screen, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of my thoughts. Gabriel’s voice was still looping in my head, a nasty, persistent itch. You are the one f*****g your own stepson.
The door clicked. Sarah walked in. She was pacing the floor, her heels clicking against the hardwood like small, sharp needles. She was waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to play the role of the attentive husband. I didn't give it to her. I kept my ey
