C17 When I mess up, again.

“You better come with me.” I grind through teeth trying to relax the muscles in my clenched jaw. I remove her arm from around my body like it was contagious and take her small wrist in mine before dragging her out of the kitchen, around the door, through the hallway and into my bedroom, which was situated behind the first door to our right.

The moment we enter the room I let go of her hand