#Chapter 225: Steps Back

Grace The words on the screen burned into my retinas, each letter searing a fresh mark of frustration onto my already frayed nerves. What did that mean that things got more complicated? The words felt almost cold, impersonal like he was leaving a message for his secretary. Worst of all, it was vague. No further explanation, no apology, no time that he might make it back Fury bubbled within me, threatening to erupt. First, Eason and his high horse, now this. I tossed the pages on the counter and poured more whiskey than tea. Then, I tried to call him. The debt, the suspicion, the doubt-- I had expected him to at least be here today. He was supposed to support me through this, and yet-- The voicemail answered again, and I hung up. Was he ignoring my calls now? A choked sob escaped my lips, echoing emptily in the vast silence of the house. I didn't even hear Cecil playing anymore. Maybe she'd taken herself upstairs to her room. George was definitely gone, probably with Eason. I tri