(Caroline’s POV)
I can see the panic starting to creep into his eyes. The realization that his threats aren't working.
"What do you want from me?" he asks finally. "What will it take for you to come home?"
"There's nothing you can offer me that would make me come back. Not money, not promises, not threats. I'm done, Samuel. We're done."
"You're making a mistake."
"The only mistake I made was marrying you in the first place." I turn back toward the truck. "Now get out of my way. I have things to pack."
"Wait." Samuel's voice is sharp. "The reporter—the one doing the story on the business. She needs a family photo. Where is it?"
I stop. Think about the photo he's talking about—the one from last Christmas, all of us dressed in matching sweaters that Charlie hated because they were itch
