Chapter 158

He flicked on the overhead lights and hopped over to the sink. He pried out the glass and used a cloth to bathe his foot. After rinsing the cloth, he wrapped it around his foot in a makeshift bandage and then looked under the sink for the dustpan and brush. He swept up the glass and wiped down the cabinets that were coated in wine. She must have thrown the glass before he came into the laundry because he hadn’t heard it smash. Heather was unstable, and she had little care for her daughter. Barry’ temper was riding the line and with each moment he thought about his ex-wife, it got closer to breaking through. He didn’t know if what she had said to Becky was true and Becky hadn’t defended herself, which was kind of an admission of guilt, wasn’t it? Barry stood in the middle of the kitchen, his foot bleeding, his fists clenched at his sides and his head ready to explode. What the hell was going on with him? The thought of that bastard with his hands all over Becky was enough to send him in