“You did that?” she repeated.
He looked away.
That was the answer.
Something broke inside her, but not in the way it had broken before. This break had edges. Shape. Clarity.
“You took my work from me,” she said. “You took the one place where I still felt useful.”
Darnell swallowed. “You were always tired. I thought—”
“You thought if I had no job, no money, no friends, and no confidence, I’d be easier to leave with nothing.”
He did not answer.
The silence answered for him.
One of the security officers approached Vincent and spoke quietly. Vincent listened, then nodded.
“Police are en route,” he said.
Darnell stepped back.
“Lenora,” he said, panic finally stripping the polish from his voice. “Please. You don’t want this. You don’t want our private issues becoming public.”
“Our private issues became public when you shoved me to the floor in front of five hundred people.”
