Chapter 93: I Was Desperate
Matthew
The minute Sarah falls asleep, I leave.
I don’t care that it’s almost midnight. I don’t care that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. All I can think about is that terrified look on her face when she saw his name.
Rodrigo.
I drive like a man possessed. I barely remember the roads, just the rising fury boiling in my chest.
By the time I pull into Charles and Evelyn’s driveway, my knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel. The house is dark except for the porch light, but I know they are home.
I knock on the door.
The door swings open after a moment, and Charles stands there in a robe, blinking blearily behind his glasses. "Matthew? What the hell are you—?"
"What happened between Sarah and Rodrigo?" I cut him off, my voice low, shaking with fury.
He straightens, suddenly alert. "Keep your voice down. It’s late."
"I don’t care," I snap. "She nearly had another panic attack because that sick bastard sent her flowers. Do you hear me? Flowers. She was trembling. Hyperventilating. Crying."