Bleeding Out While You Left
Language: en
When I shattered the glass, Jack was already halfway out the door to pick up his first love from the airport. Shards of glass bit deep into my palm. Blood dripped onto the hardwood floor, a stark crimson against the dark wood. He walked right past me. His polished leather shoes stepped carefully around the pool of blood, his eyes never dropping to meet mine. "Pick a better time to play the victim, Charlotte." He tightened his tie, his voice entirely devoid of warmth. "Caroline is landing today. Even if you were dying in this house, I wouldn't stay." After the heavy front door clicked shut,…