Chapter 20
Skylar’s resolve lasted all of five seconds until Bryan grabbed a fist full of his hair and started dragging him toward the bedroom. Then all hell broke loose.
Skylar never remembered calling Quinn later after Bryan stormed out for more alcohol, leaving him half-naked, bleeding, broken, and nearly unconscious in their bed. He never remembered Quinn’s panic at finding him in such a state, the frantic call for an ambulance, the swarm of paramedics, and then police when Bryan returned. Quinn told him he was in and out of consciousness from the moment he found him to the second the doctors put him under before whisking him away to surgery.
Quinn had told him that had been the worst night of his life.
Skylar had silently agreed.
“Skylar?” Quinn’s soft, calm voice breaks through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. The car is still humming beneath them but the song on the radio is different, slower, melancholier, and Quinn is no longer tapping away to the tune.