Now I saw it with brutal clarity. In his eyes, I was nothing more than a maid.
And the way he'd referred to me just moments ago, that disgusted tone, like he was talking about garbage.
What a monster.
The plane finally landed. I dragged my aching knees forward, ready to find Dominic and lay everything bare.
I barely made it out of the jetway before two uniformed officers stepped into my path.
"Are you Christine Simmons? You'll need to come with us."
"Why?"
The one with the thick mustache answered. "A Miss Sullivan filed a police report. She says you assaulted her and her son."
My fists clenched at my sides, fury coiling tight.
"That woman hit me too. Why aren't you arresting her?"
### Chapter 5
The contempt in his eyes was naked, unhidden. "You think you can compare to her?"
The sharp click of high heels approached. Eve walked over with her son in tow.
She pointed at me, her voice pitched high with arrogance. "This is the psycho who hit me. So what are we going to do about it?"
The tall, thin one in the wide-brimmed cap turned to me in a conciliatory tone. "Here's what we'll do, Ms. Simmons. If you offer Miss Sullivan a sincere apology, we'll consider the matter settled between you two."