This is bad. Very bad.
I have no power in this situation, so I steel myself, knowing that looking like the prey I am will only worsen things.
“I’ll call the police,” I threaten, knowing full well they would side with him. “We have no relationship anymore,” I remind him, wondering if that’s to my disadvantage since I could benefit from the forgiveness he might be willing to extend to his wife in this moment.
Cold and resolute, I grasp for the only real, possible leverage I could have: his image. “If you don’t want to make the news,” I lower my voice to what I hope is intimidating, “you’ll stay away from me.” Then I take advantage of Aaron’s shock, unlocking the door as I pull the strap of my dress back into place and escape the bathroom in a hurry.
I weave through the hallway, easil
