*Shelby*
Eventually, Michael convinced me to sit down and talk about everything. However, I was so angry I didn't want to sit at dinner with him; I didn't want people or the media to watch us fight in public. Michael promised he had someplace more private we could talk. He led me back down to his car, and we pulled away from his office building.
The ride could not have been more awkward.
We both sat in the backseat, not speaking, the middle seat creating a gap between us that felt nearly a mile wide. We pulled up to a townhouse that had obviously been recently renovated. The old red brick was softly whitewashed and accented with black shutters. A wrought iron fence enclosed the front yard with an intricate gate opening to the front pathway.
Michael held the door open for me as I walke
