"Let's go." Those words came so quickly it startled me. I was expecting hesitation or internal debate, not this immediate action. He stood from the table and pulled out his wallet.

"You want to see him?" I grabbed my purse, took his hand and followed his lead.

"I want to watch him bleed." His voice was ice. "I want to see the mighty Don Hayes reduced to nothing. Come on."

We drive in silence to the hospital. His grip on the wheel was tight, but his face remained eerily calm. I didn't know ...