Kayla used the keys to his Maserati to unlock the door before slipping into the driver’s side and starting the engine before pausing. Even if she were to learn how to drive through desperation or a YouTube tutorial in ten minutes, she couldn’t bring herself to actually leave. But this wasn’t because of a heartfelt pull she knew existed beneath this shared anger-it was the sight of him tearing up his house when she left. Her eyes rose up to meet him as she saw him standing at the counter at first without much of any emotion. Until suddenly the glass lifted behind his head and smashed at the wall across from him and he hung his expression in defeat.
Her heart wrestled with her head as she knew the best course of action for her sanity would have been to call Amanda or an Uber; hell, it woul
