Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty Six

• CLARK DENZEL
• I'm still adjusting my cufflinks when my wife storms into the bedroom, her heels clicking against the floor like bullets. The iPad in her hands shakes with the force of her rage, and I know before she even opens her mouth that whatever peace I might have hoped for this morning has just evaporated.
• "This is all your fault!" she screams, thrusting the screen toward my face. "Look what you've done! Look what your precious Crystal has done now!"