Chapter 3

It was two in the morning by the time I got home. The living room light was on.

Freddie was on the sofa, his tie loosened, a cup of long-cold coffee on the table. He looked up the moment I opened the door, his eyes burning with fury.

He muttered, "Look who decided to come home. I was starting to think you'd jumped off a bridge."

I ignored him and walked toward the bedroom.

He lunged, grabbing my arm with surprising strength. "Olivia, I'm talking to you. What the hell was that tonight? Do you know the chewing out I…