Demolition Before the Bloom

“Don’t touch her like that,” I said quietly.

Richard’s eyes widened.

Not with realization.

With pure, unhinged fury.

I had embarrassed him.

I had disobeyed him.

I had put my hands on him to stop him.

And I had done it outside, where people could see.

In his mind, that was an unforgivable offense.

He looked over his shoulder.

Mr. Henderson was walking in our continue reading …