Chapter 14
I dread going into the second room just because I know Bradley will be outside, probably still pissy, throwing towels and kicking at his chair, or swimming angry laps around his pool. But I need to get the painting done—it’s been a week already, shutdown’s almost over and my vacation starts, I had hoped to be much farther along than this—so I tell myself I’m not going to look out the window. Whatever he does out there will just be for my benefit anyway. Everything he does is a show and I just won’t watch it this time. Only I can’t help it, I’m painting the window frames and I have to look out, and he’s not on the deck. I open the window, lean out as far as I dare, glance towards the front of the house, my heart in my throat…