Reed took the stairs two at a time on his way to help her, but she flinched, and a tiny part of Reed died. This was his fault, this was absolutely his fault, and Ainsley was justified in her repulsion. He nodded once. “Go.” “You psycho bitch,” Ainsley screamed at Claire, who stood halfway down the stairs, pressed against the wall from where Reed had brushed by her, a small, crooked smile on her face. “You’re never getting near him again.” Then Ainsley was gone.
