Then I saw her with him. He thinks I’m an idiot. I saw the way he looked at her every time she came out before Preston died. I know he’s fucking obsessed with her. It’s the only reason I had to find her at that strip club that night. I needed to witness the ruin of something he loved. But as she danced up on that stage with her new black look, she didn’t look fucking ruined to me. She looked liberated, like she was finally free, and you know what...I was fucking jealous.
