*Miranda’s POV*
Storming into my apartment, I slammed the door so hard behind me that the painting on the wall beside it fell, breaking the frame it was in. Phoenix yelped out loud from where she and Damian sat on the couch reading. Damian shot to his feet, ready for a fight as he looked me over.
I wanted to say sorry; I wanted to tell them I was alright, but when I tried to open my mouth, all that came out was a cry accompanied by a stream of tears. Both of them were at my side in a second while I sank to my knees in the middle of the floor.
“Miranda, what happened?” Phoenix asked softly as she put a gentle arm around my shoulder. I only shrugged her off. “Miranda?”
“Not now,” was all I could choke out between sobs.
“Where is George?”Damian asked as he started to pace the small spac
