Chapter 14

There was a chorus of ooohswhen the champagne classes went flying and crashed to the floor.

Tony ran for the large staircase, scrambling up those stairs like he had a devil on his tail.

I scrambled after him in full view of the partygoers, knowing I must look like some wild-ass Southern yahoo.

“Tony!”

We got looks.

I heard Jackson behind me somewhere, calling out my name.

“Tony!” I cried, feeling embarrassed as I huffed up the marble steps after him.

He raced to his room, slammed the door, the sound of it like a shotgun in the quiet hall. I turned the handle on the door and met with some resistance, but not much. Tony was trying to prevent me from following. I forced the door open as gently as I could, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

He scurried away to the window, put his hands on the sill, sobbing.

I went to stand next to him, panting now, not as young as I used to be when Noah had his little meltdowns and gave me a run for my money.

What is it?I signed.