Chapter 71

He moves away from me, running his hand through his hair before swiping up the vase on the coffee table and throwing it at the wall. It shatters and I jump back, staring at the water and fresh flowers and glass on the floor, and the splash on the wall that slowly drips down to the mess. Gail always puts flowers in the vase. "James!" I shout, moving to the mess but he holds me back.

He curses to himself, clearly in an inner conflict. "Stay away from the glass."

I obey but...