ELORA

I slammed into the chair behind my desk and dropped my iPad like it burned me.

My hands flew into my hair, yanking at the roots just to remind myself I still had control over something, anything.

“What the hell was that?”

I whispered it, but my voice cracked at the end. My thighs were still sticky, the back of my knees damp with sweat, and the worst part? I hadn’t even tried to stop him.

During a board meeting. A goddamn board meeting.

I bent over, hands gripping the edge of the desk, and sucked in a breath. My chest felt like it would explode from this twisted...