Josie
I stared at the door even after it closed behind him, my entire body trembling from the pressure of everything he'd said—and everything he hadn't.
How dare Kiel walk away like that? How could he come in here and speak to me like my feelings were irrelevant? Like I was overreacting or being irrational? My nails dug into my palms as I sucked in sharp breaths, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall.
I hated the way he'd made me feel—like I was the problem for not accepting his explanation. Like it was somehow my fault that he had a history with Michelle. A long, ugly, bloody history that I would forever be trapped beneath.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, dragging my fingers through my hair. I paced the room, trying to collect my thoughts, but everything was crashing down like waves in a violent storm.
Michelle had tried to kill me.
