~Reo’s~

“She’s crossed every damn line.”

The words leave my mouth like smoke. Cold, angry smoke. I don’t look at Jennie when I say it, even though I know she’s standing across the foyer. Arms folded. Eyes red. Holding Blue a little too tightly. He’s still wearing his little cap. Still shaking.

The moment that call ended—her voice cracking, saying someone tried again—I made my choice.

This ends today.

Eugene Mallory is already here, briefcase in hand and shoes polished like a damn soldier. He opens the folder on the foyer’s narrow glass table and lays out the documents like it’s a war strategy. Because it is.

“Restraining order, sir....