The Ballroom Doors Burst Open On Our Anniversary

beside me and looked at my lip. He did not touch my face. He knew better than to make me smaller in front of those people.

“Need a medic?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

He looked at Grant.

Grant tried on outrage. “You set us up.”

Dad gave him nothing. “Son, you set yourself up. We just kept records.”

Then he turned to the lead agent. “I want assault added.”

Grant continue reading …