“You can’t keep my wife from me!”
Damien answered quietly.
“I’m not keeping her anywhere. She has said she doesn’t want to leave with you.”
“This is kidnapping!”
“No,” Damien replied. “It’s a woman making her own decision.”
I heard footsteps.
A scuffle of expensive shoes against carpet.
Then Brandon’s voice, furious and suddenly distant.
“Hannah! You’ll regret this!”
The office door closed.
I remained under the desk.
My entire body was trembling.
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
Then Damien moved his chair backward.
“You can stay there until you feel ready to come out,” he said.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“That’s all right.”
I heard him walking toward the far side of the office.
“I’ll give you some space.”
A moment later, a woman’s voice came through an intercom.
“Mr. Blackwood?”
“Camille, please come upstairs. Bring a blanket, water, and a first-aid kit.”
