“Believe me, Cat. She has nothing to do with this.” I circled around her until I reached the door, then opened it.

She knew what that meant. I was done with her.

Without taking her eyes off me, Catrina pushed past, funneling all her wrath into those couple seconds when she was closest to me. She would have ripped out my throat if she could. Instead, I just wanted her gone; I didn’t watch her as she stormed down the hallway.

Alone in my apartment, I realized how hollow the argument had ...