Rain.
I stood in the living room, and I felt like my blood was boiling. I wanted to smash something. No, I wanted to smash someone. Seeing Debbie standing there with her eyes all red and puffy was like a knife to my gut.
"Now tell me what the f**k happened in there," I snapped. I didn't mean to sound mean to her, but the anger was bubbling up.
Debbie looked at me, then at River. She looked small, fragile, gosh. "Rain, please. It’s nothing. I’m just... I’m going to handle it. I’ll just work with her if that’s what I have to do."
"Work with her?" I shouted. I couldn't believe my ears. "The girl who was in your husband's bed? You think I’m going to let you sit across a desk from that snake every day? Especially now that you know?"
River was standing by the window, his arms crossed so tig
