Levi
I arrive home from work just after two, eager to see Quinn. I head inside.
“Quinn, where are you, beautiful?” I call out.
“Living room,” she calls back.
I smile at the sound of her voice and stroll into the living room, but I suddenly freeze when I notice a large hole in one of the walls. It looks like someone has put their fist through it. Panic takes over, and I rush towards Quinn, who is on the sofa.
“What happened? Are you okay? Why does it look like someone has punched a hole in the wall?”
She glances up at me. I notice a sadness in her eyes, and I can tell she has been crying. I crouch in front of her.
“Quinn, you have been crying. What is going on?” I ask softly.
She lets out a soft whimper, “James.”
The second she says his name, anger runs through me.
“What d
