“Jenna, stop.”
Michael’s face hardened.
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
The hurt inside me changed.
He had watched me cut pieces from our children’s lives while he built another one.
Then I remembered the resort charge and the property payment he had called an equipment deposit.
“What else did you pay for?” I asked.
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“The resort?”
“Work.”
“The property deposit?”
“Storage.”
“Then you won’t mind if I check.”
He caught my wrist.
Not hard, but firm enough to stop me.
“I’m not doing this.”
“Leave it alone.”
I looked at his hand.
Then I looked at him.
“Let go.”
Something in my voice made him release me.
I walked into the house.
