Brad
I f*****g hate what Jodie has done to my company.
Christmas is everywhere. Trees. Plastic doves. Red ribbons. Candy canes. Mistletoe hanging like festive landmines, just waiting to piss me off. What does she think this achieves?
This isn’t a mall. It’s a workplace—my workplace. The one place I can disappear into when my family starts gnawing at what’s left of my sanity.
I sit behind my desk, twisting a pen in my hand. I can’t get Mia out of my f*****g head—the bruising around her throat, the way she covered them quickly so I couldn’t take a longer look. But I didn’t need to. Anyone would see the finger marks.
I’ve told myself over and over again that it’s none of my business, but my brain just won’t f*****g listen.
It has to be the reason she didn’t want me to know she was marri
