Vincent chose to follow Stacy to the station while I was taken to the hospital. Not once did he stop to ask how I was doing.
My burns were second-degree, so I was discharged from the hospital soon after with a bandaged right arm.
When I stepped into the car with Matthew, he informed me that Sebastian was away on a trip and would be gone indefinitely.
I felt stirrings of longing and sorrow at the news.
We had just met, yet I craved his steady presence for comfort. The thought of returning to an empty house didn't sit right with me, so I decided to make better use of my time.
One phone call later and I had the house put up for sale.
I refused to let Vincent play house with Stacy in the home I had made for us.
I would need substantial evidence for a lawsuit against Vincent. And to get that evidence, I would have to find every single document that could incriminate him.
Knowing he was still with Stacy at the station, I had Matthew drive me back to the house.
The blackened lump was still on the lawn when I arrived. My heart ached from the loss, but I refused to pay it any mind as I made my way to the study, then to the safe, and began to rifle through it for what I needed.