My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

it fifteen minutes ago,” Sophia muttered.

Marcus shoved his chair back farther.

“I need air.”

He left his phone on the table and walked out through the kitchen, shoulders stiff, jacket unbuttoned, custom shoes clicking on old hardwood.

Nobody stopped him.

What Happened in the Kitchen

I followed a minute later.

Not because I wanted a fight.

Because I knew Marcus.continue reading …