Chapter 147

Jaz

My body was exhausted, but it seared with the exhilaration of intense shock. And hatred.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, closing the door behind me as if nervous Tom would see. “How did you get in here?”

He didn’t seem ruffled, but rather bemused. “Do you really need to ask those questions?” He folded the paper and set it on the couch beside him.

He was dressed in an immaculate suit, the same gray tailored suit he used to wear everywhere; pack meetings, family dinners--there was a rare memory that I could recall in which he didn’t seem to be wearing that uniform.

I set the newspaper on the kitchen counter,