Brittany's POV

CRASH!

The sound of splintering wood echoed through my nightmares as Lorenzo kicked down the door, his eyes bloodshot and wild with rage. The bottle in his hand glinted in the dim light as he stumbled forward, his voice slurred but deadly serious.

"Where the fuck are you, Brittany?" he snarled, his words cutting through the silence like a blade. "You think you can just leave me? You think you can take my son and run?"

But ...