The 99th Forgiveness
The moment I touched the door handle, I heard the sharp click of the locks engaging.
Frederick rolled down his window and looked at me coldly. "Take a cab. I just had the car washed, and you reek of alcohol."
He seemed to have forgotten why I reeked of alcohol in the first place, the disgust in his eyes unmistakable under the streetlights.
Normally, I would have frantically tried drinking water, tearfully explaining that it was just a little wine and that the smell wasn't that bad. Perhaps I might have even broken down right there on the street, demanding through my tears why he'd made me apologize for Emma.