Chapter 45

“Where are you going?” she cried.

“None of your fucking business,” he yelled.

He called Alicia from his truck on his cell.

“I need you,” he said. “Find me.”

At their Barbie beach house, they fucked furiously, facing each other, her nails digging into his spine and dragging along his back. He didn’t care. Perhaps part of him believed he should be punished for some offense he did not understand. But no amount of closeness with Alicia would ever convince him that his family was anything but cursed, like Cain. He pulled away from Alicia and lay back.

“Can you believe them?” he said, disgusted.

He was surprised to hear her throaty laugh as she lay her head on the pillow next to his, arching her back.