Danny's POV
The sun came up the next morning like it hadn't just witnessed the total collapse of my sanity. It was disgusting. The birds were chirping, the kettle was whistling, and the house smelled like expensive coffee and my mum's favourite cinnamon rolls.
I stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning my weight against the frame with my arms locked tight across my chest. I felt a live, raw and dangerous touch. I watched them through a haze of sleep deprivation and pure, unadulterated disgust.
My mother was humming. It was her usual favourite hymn as she flipped the pancakes, her skin glowing with a radiance that made me want to scream. I knew where that glow came from. Indeed, the saying that a woman cheats better than a man does was definitely true. There was no way in hell Chadwick wou
