Chapter 13
~ Navine ~
The call had come through while I was still at the office, staring at the wreckage of my Christmas morning — broken glass on the floor, scattered papers, the lingering burn of scotch in my throat.
Yvonne's name on my screen.
I'd almost ignored it. Almost let it go to voicemail like I'd been doing for the past three hours.
But this time, I answered because of her cryptic text.
"Navine." Her voice had been strange. "I need you to understand something."
"Yvonne, we're done. I told you..."
"If you leave me, I'll hurt myself."
The words hit me like ice water. "What?"
"I mean it. If you walk away from me, if you choose to end this, I'll..." Her breath caught, theatrical and practiced. "I can't live without you, Navine. I won't."
"That's not fair." My ha
