“Armani? You’re home early,” I hear her say, her voice filled with happiness. She comes out of the kitchen with a smile on her face, and I lift my arm, training the barrel of my gun on her. Shock ripples over her face, and her eyes widen. My voice is a blend of ice and the vast emptiness she’s caused to form in my chest. “You fucking betrayed me.” Her face pales, and she shakes her head as she backtracks into the kitchen. “No, Armani! I didn’t do anything.”
