Chapter 70

In the hallway, Penny stops me with a light hand on my arm. “Michael?” she asks, unsure. She still sounds drugged, and her gaze wavers between me and Dan but can’t seem to focus on either of us before flittering away again. “What happened? Who’s arguing?” At the closed look on my face, she adds, “What’s Laura said now?”

“Nothing,” I mutter, pulling away. I don’t need her concern, I don’t wantit. Right this second, my mind is too clouded to keep my voice civil, I don’t care who I lash out at while I’m like this. I should’ve never woken up this morning. No, I should’ve never gotten out of bed. Everything was fine when it was just the two of us beneath the sheets—I should’ve locked the door on the rest of the family and maybe I wouldn’t be in this mood from hell.

Penny’s eyes widen, and a hand flutters to cover her mouth. “Michael,” she sighs. “I’m not the one you’re fighting with here. Keep that in mind.”