Confrontation

Eloise

The slam of the front door rattled through the hallway like an echo of my heartbeat. My shoes struck the marble floor too hard, the sound sharp and defiant, but I didn’t care if it woke the neighbors or if the guards outside thought I was running away. Mike’s voice followed me, calling my name once, twice, louder on the third time.

“Eloise! Wait—”

I didn’t. My keys were already in my hand, fingers trembling so violently I nearly dropped them as I shoved them into the ignition of my car. The engine roared to life, swallowing his voice as I pulled out of the driveway, tires screeching,...