Probably both.
Or the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra and your shorts are way too short for the dress code.
Well, I wasn’t a student, either, now was I?
If anyone needed to go to the principal’s office of life, it was Mitchell Quackenbush.
Chapter 12
When I got home, what did I see? Mitch’s car sitting in the open garage. He’d been gone when I woke up, so what was he doing back at the house?
The minute I stepped through the garage door, I heard shuffling and rustling.
And cursing.
“Mitchell? What is your problem?” I asked when I came upon him in my craft room, dumping boxes of fabric on the floor and then spilling a container of beads.
“My problem?” He laughed, but it came out as a mirthless bark. “What’syourproblem? Are you trying to destroy my life with that damn video?”
The world spun around me. I grabbed the doorframe for support.
But I wasn’t about to back down.
“Why’d you have to destroy my life by divorcing me?”
“That’s not the same!” he bellowed.
“Well, if you don’t stop tearing up my things, I’m going to call the police.” I took out my phone to show I wasn’t playing.
“You wouldn’t.” His words might have been harsh, but he did that thing where he looked down and to the left rather than meet my eyes, so I knew I had him.
“Oh, I would.”
“Where is your damn computer?”
I swallowed hard. I had almost promised to take the video down, but now my stranger-husband had trashed my craft room.
It was all about him. It had always been all about him.
The video had been something for me, so of course he wanted to obliterate it.
“Vivian? The laptop? I know you have all your passwords saved on some app because you can’t remember shit. Where is it?”
I put my phone in my pocket and stepped into my craft room. Then I took my laptop off the shelf where it had been resting under a legal pad.
“Give me that!”
“No.”
“I’ll take it,” he said, his eyes crazed enough that he might give it a try.
“You do that, and Iwillcall the police.”
Lucky tried to rub around his legs. He used his ankle to harshly shove her away.
“Don’t hurt my cat,” I said.
He drew his foot behind him as if he might kick her, but something about the look on my face told him it would be the last thing he did. He put his foot down. Lucky retreated to a spot under my desk. She hissed at him.
