Bridget Reyes

I slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame shuddered.

“Stupid mutt,” I hissed under my breath, ripping the shawl from around my shoulders and hurling it across the room. “Filthy, lying, wretched bitch.”

I stormed across the room and back again, my heels clicking against the marble floor, then stopped and threw them off too. One bounced off the wall with a satisfying thud. My chest rose and fell with every breath. I could still ...