I heard voices in the living room, Jenson’s trying to calm our early morning visitor, but it seemed to be a losing battle. The unknown man’s voice kept getting louder and louder, and then I heard something break.
Concerned, I got up and fumbled around in Jenson’s drawers for a pair of shorts to wear before I ran into the front room. Once there, I saw Jenson dodging picture frames and other objects as they were thrown at him haphazardly. No one noticed I stood there, gaping at the appalling scene before me.
“Bransworth, stop it! You’re going to hurt me, the man you say you love. How will you feel if I end up in the hospital? You’ll never get me back then.” The sneer in Jenson’s voice was…unexpected. I’d never heard him sound so callous. What the hell was going on here?
“You played me for
