Chapter 32 The Government Auction

• "Let go of me!" Evelyn's voice was now a whisper, her eyes burning with hatred.
• Michael ignored her struggle, his movements mechanical and devoid of the warmth that once defined them. Evelyn closed her eyes, a tear escaping. "Michael, let me go... you're dirty." The thought of him touching Erica Jones with the same hands made her skin crawl.
• "You think I'm dirty?" His hand locked around her throat, not enough to kill, but enough to remind her who held the power. "What right do you have to judge me, Evelyn? You're the one who killed my child."