CHAPTER 87

CLAIRE’S POV

I took in greedy gulps of air as I massaged the roughened skin on my neck. How could he do this to me? Almost strangle me to death?

Tears burned the back of my throat, pain simmering low in the pit of my stomach. I loved him. I didn’t want to lose him. Things used to be fine between us—didn’t they?

"Are you going to remain there on the floor and be pathetic?" 

I quickly scrambled to my feet, meeting the mocking stare of Grandma Charlotte as she took a few ...