Chapter 8

I threw Kirk's luggage out the door. "If you want to argue, do it at home, not in my house. There's no point in making a scene here." Kirk looked devastated, and Keturah's eyes were red with pity. "Deava, you don't know how good you have it! You're hurting and humiliating him like this; it shows you never loved him!" I looked at her calmly. "You're right. Can you leave now?" "Deava!" The moment I admitted it, a flash of extreme joy appeared in Keturah's eyes, quickly masked by anger. "Keturah!...