When they got home. Sophia slammed the door behind Marcus as soon as he stepped inside. The living room light cast long shadows across the floor. She stood there, arms folded, eyes burning with everything she’d held back at Ryan’s house.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were at the bar?” she demanded. “You said you were going for training. Then nothing. No call, no text. I had to chase you down like some fool.”
Marcus dropped his keys on the table and rubbed his neck. “Sophia, are you meant to know where I am every single minute? Can’t you just let me be for once?”
“Let you be?” She stepped closer, voice rising. “I called you multiple times. You ignored me while I was out there dealing with the police and that man slapping me. All because of your so-called session. What kind of trainer goes
