CHAPTER 38
FOR THREE DAYS, Coco worked around the clock to drive Hatcher crazy. Rhys became chief coffee maker as she spent half the night staring at the monitors set up in the living room of the rental house, watching the asshole toss and turn.
“It’s working, isn’t it?” Coco asked after whispering sweet, murderous nothings to Hatcher as he paced the hallways in the early hours.
Rhys squeezed her shoulders and passed her a chocolate chip cookie.
“Well, he’s started talking to himself, so I’d say we’re headed in the right direction.”
That wasn’t the only change in Hatcher. He began lashing out at his wife as he teetered on the edge of insanity. Coco felt awful for her, but Remi adopted a pragmatic approach.
“Short-term pain for long-term gain. She’ll be better off without him.”
Maybe
