He Called Me “Street Garbage” at the Country Club. He Didn’t Know What Burns Down Empires.

now we know where we stand.”

I kissed his forehead and climbed into my car, watching the Harrington estate shrink in my rearview mirror, its lights twinkling like stars I’d supposedly never reach.

My phone started buzzing before I hit the main road. I didn’t answer. I already knew the pattern—Quinn’s mother trying to smooth things over, his sister offering continue reading …