Cecilia

Taking what little of my dignity remained, I nodded as I wrapped the blanket closer. As I stood, I said, “Fine. I’ll go inside.”

“Fuck, Cecilia.”

“What, Greyson?” My exasperation raised my volume. “I’m doing what you said. Remember, you’re in charge.”

Without waiting for a reply, I turned and walked away, back through the back door. As I pushed the door shut, the sight of my wrists and lower arms reminded me why Greyson wouldn’t ...