When the boys are safely ensconced in their bedroom, happily watching Aladdin at a bit too high of a volume, I storm into the living room.
Victor turns to me. “Evelyn, I –“
I slam into him before he can finish, pushing him off balance and slamming his back into the living room wall. His instincts kick in, immediately turning feral and defensive as he bares his teeth and snarls at me.
I match him growl-for-growl as I press him against the wall, my hands on his chest. “Get rid of her,” I bite out.
“We don’t even know –“
“Get RID of her, Victor,” my voice raises, but I am careful not to shout. I don’t want the boys to hear. “My boys do not lie to me. If they say the kidnappers smelled like Amelia, they did, and they did for a reason.”
Victor swipes his hands up, knocking my arms off of
