It was after eleven when I finally left the police station, and by the time I got home, Jase was frantic. I hadn't taken my phone, but even if I had, talking to him wouldn't have been an option. As soon as I walked in the door, he rushed me and virtually tackled me.
"Jesus Christ, Gianna, where the f**k have you been?"
I hated when he used my full name. I knew instantly how unhappy or serious he was.
"At the police station. How are the kids?"
"The kids are fine. What were you doing at the police station?"
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long drink while he waited for an answer. "Pressing charges against Holland."
His eyes went wide as saucers. "We agreed we'd find another way out of this, Gia. Why would you do that?"
"Because he didn't believe I would. He eit
