Monica

After ending the call with Knox, I drive home with my hands clamped tightly around the steering wheel, my knuckles turning pale from the pressure. 

The fear I felt earlier about the drug test is completely gone. In its place, a burning rage takes over every part of me. I speed down the road, cutting between cars without a second thought. 

That idiot actually tried to have me arrested. He went behind my back and called the police on me. The thought makes my anger flare even hotter, I want to tear everything from him, his reputation, his company, the perfect life he’s so proud of. He’s going to...