you didn’t feel inferior that you forgot what I contributed.”
His expression changed.
“I protected your pride when you had nothing to prove to me. I let you call this place ours because I thought we were partners.”
“We are.”
“No.”
“Partners don’t do this.”
Michael turned. Two Chicago police officers stepped into the hallway. Linda immediately pulled my robe tighter around herself. One officer, a woman in her forties, looked from me to the belongings on the floor, then toward Michael standing in the doorway.
“Emily Bennett?”
“That’s me.”
