“I got hold of Matt. He came back from his trip and saw Penny had slid a note under his door,” she whispers. My heart climbs up my throat and sits there, choking me. I swallow, hard, and try to breathe like a person who hasn’t just had the life knocked out of him. I brace my bloody knuckles on either side of the sink. Meet her reflection again. “Tell Tor I want forty-nine-percent. And tell your husband I’m back.”
