Chapter 109

Dalton

My hand shakes violently as I pull the envelope out of the mail slot at the clubhouse. It’s addressed to me, and I can see Mandy’s feminine scrawl across the white paper. Not looking around at anyone else, I put the envelope in the pocket of my leather jacket and beat feet to my dorm.

If she’s going to ask me for a divorce, I don’t want anyone to see me going through the five stages of grief all in three seconds. I’ll take the time I need to digest if, if that’s what she’s asking for.

Closing the door between mine and Walker’s room is hard. It hasn’t been closed since he came here to stay with me, but I need privacy. Thinking twice, I lock it, pressing a hand against the wood, making sure it’s shut all the way. I’ll need to prepare him if we’re going to go our separate ways.