Page 135 of Things Left Unsaid

Cole: Thought he’d have jumped at the chance to report you to the cops

Colton: You didn’t see the state of Jupiter

Cole: He hurt him?

Colton: Yes.

Cole: Why is he still employed by us?

Colton: We’ve had this discussion. Bea. But Grantley’s been suspended.

Cody: Why Theo didn’t marry her is beyond me. He was all up in her business

Colton: Some mysteries are above my pay grade to solve.

Colton

Later, when I get back to the house to finally ice my knuckles, I find a pile of letters waiting on the hall stand and the kitchen empty.

With a frown, I check my phone for the time and see that I’m not late for dinner.

Dismissing it because the house is currently on crack—Mum keeps taking Callan to McDonald’s and the arcade in the vain hope that’ll rewind ten years of her absence—I head for the freezer.

After snagging a bag of frozen peas, I grab a beer from the fridge, where I can see there are aluminum foil-wrapped baking trays containing my dinner, and then head for the table.

That’s where I see two candlesticks right in the middle with slightly burned wicks.

Though I arch a brow at the sight, I sit, dump the peas on my knuckles, and, because no one’s at home and I’m a thirty-goddamn-two-year-old man, I pop the cap on the side of the table.

Then, I drink.

“God, that hit the spot,” I mutter to no one, sighing as I work my neck from side to side to crack it.

That’s when I riffle through the mail.

Spotting the too-familiar handwriting on the front of one envelope, I pause when I notice there are two of them.

The top letter’s addressed to me.

The other is to Zee.

That bitch.

It’s one thing to send it to me, but it’s another to get Zee involved in this BS.

You’re so high and mighty, but you’re nothing more than a murderer.

You think I don’t know you’re laughing at the town now that you’ve moved into their fancy house?

I should make you pay.

Make YOU hurt.

Maybe I will.

Maybe words will become action soon.

It all depends on what your new husband will say.

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