Chapter 238: Credible Leads

*Michael*

“I really don’t feel like cooking, do you?” Shelby asked as she walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to me on the couch. The day had been stressful, and I could tell it was taking its toll on her. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them, making the thin skin look almost bruised.

“No, I don’t. Do you want me to order something? What sounds good?” I asked her, pulling her feet into my lap. I began to massage the ball of her left foot, and she moaned in response.

“Well, what do you say we just get some pizza and breadsticks?” she suggested. She laid her head back against the arm of the couch and shut her eyes to enjoy the foot massage. I hated that she was so fraught and strained from dealing with this bullshit. It made anger boil up inside me, and I wanted to find each and every person responsible and ruin their lives.