[Rosco’s POV]
I stare down at Denali, taking in the look of resistance and hurt in her eyes, while her words begin to slowly wrap themselves around me like a f*****g noose.
Until the doubt disappears.
Until the f*****g doubt disappears.
And whose fault was it that she had this doubt? Oh, right, it was mine.
Slowly, I begin to sit up without saying a word, and once I’m standing, I turn and head out of the room, slamming the door hard enough behind me to cause a picture to fall off the wall.
“Where are you going?” My father asks as I storm past him while he is entering. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone and f****d up with your wife again.”
“How could I?” I huff, continuing to move until I reach my car. “I would have to be on her good side to do that.”
Slamming the gas, I head toward Charlie
