Chapter 81: The Plot
George
The ice almost burns as it touches the skin of my knuckles.
How is it that something so cold has a burning sensation? How can the burning spread into my chest as I remember the fight...
I hear the door open, and I look up to see Charlotte walking in.
"Oh, baby, what's wrong?" Charlotte asks in her high pitched fretful voice as she runs toward me.
"What?" I ask briskly.
"You have a bruise on your face," she says, touching it softly, but I still flinch in response. Then her eyes fall on the ice pack covering my knuckles. "And your hand?"
"Oh," I shrug. "I just got in a small fight with Elijah."
"What?" Her shocked and worried tone is nothing like the calmness of my own. "Why would you do such a thing?"
I shrug again.
"He had his hands on my wife."
"Ex-wife," she instantly corrects, but at my glare she smiles and drops to her knees in front of me. "It's okay baby. I can make you feel better."