Tom McCarthy
“Get out.”
Tom’s voice was low, trembling with barely contained rage as he pointed the gun at Emily.
Emily stared at him for a long moment, her naked body still glistening with sweat and the evidence of what she had been doing. She didn’t look afraid. Instead, she slowly stood up from the bed, picked up a silk robe that was lying on the floor, and slipped it on without tying it.
The robe hung open, barely covering her as she faced him.
“You’re really going to throw me out?” she asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
Tom’s hand shook around the gun. His eyes were wild with betrayal and pain.
“I said get out!” he shouted, louder this time. “Get the f**k out of my house!”
Emily smirked, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes now. She walked toward the bedroom do
