“He’s the f*****g devil!” Caris shrieked as she threw her phone across the room and watched it bounce off the sofa before hitting the coffee table and then the floor. “Malachi Blackwood, I’m going to have your f*****g balls in a vice!”
“Jesus Caris, what’s wrong?” Maris came into the kitchen area and stared at her sister as if she had three heads.
“My husband is the Spawn of Satan and I’m going to murder him,” she screamed with the frustration.
“What is wrong?”
“Look outside.”
Maris moved to the window at the front of the house. “What? Is that a moving truck?”
“Yup. Moving truck. He apparently had my house packed up for me while I was sleeping this morning.” She lifted her bunny off the couch, “he told the delivery driver to make sure this got put right into my hands.”
“I’m not foll
