Chapter 18

• CHAPTER 18
• Marcus entered his house, his face twisted in frustration and anger. He slammed the door shut behind him, the noise echoing through the hall, and threw his jacket carelessly onto a chair. His muttered curses filled the room, but Abigail, seated calmly at the dining table, barely glanced up from her manicure.
• "You don't have to slam the door so loud," she said nonchalantly, examining her freshly painted nails. "One day the building might just come crashing down on us.”