cut a hole in my boat,” I said. “I’m just refusing to sink with you.”
Jaime’s voice cracked. “You’re cold.”
“No,” I said. “I’m finally warm. Because I’m not bleeding out to keep you comfortable.”
He hung up.
Two minutes later, Terra texted a screenshot of a social media post—a photo of Jaime in his new kitchen with the caption: Some people will sabotage continue reading …