When I step back into our home, fury is still boiling under my skin. Another business was hit, and this time someone got hurt.
With the lights off, I cross the great room.
But I don’t go upstairs, I go down the lower hall to my gym.
Because they didn’t kill my man. But they drew blood.
We’ll track them down soon.
And we’ll take our revenge.
But we don’t have them right now.
And I’m too angry to be gentle.