“I told you, I was at work!” “Liar!” “I’m a surgeon, Amber. I don’t have a nine-to-five, I stay until it’s done, I can’t answer the phone in the middle of an appendectomy—” Amber drew her arm back and threw the large glass thing again, only this time it bounced off the car’s hood, hit the concrete, and broke in half. Neil stared at it in shock. His jaw flexed. Then he started stalking toward her. “Oh my God,” Emma breathed. “He’s gonna hit her. Justin, he’s going to hit her!” I was already in motion, but I wasn’t fast enough. Neil got to Amber first. He grabbed her by the shoulders, yanked her
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