“Damn it, Maureen!” He ran a hand through his hair, looking frantic. “You know how strict Kyle is, that’s why Denise rebelled back then, and got into depression. Now she’s okay, and you’re ruining it again?”
Across the room, the scene was escalating. Kyle had cornered Denise. He was gesturing animatedly. Denise looked flustered, her smirk vanishing as her brother’s voice rose. People were starting to turn and look.
“Denise is getting hysterical,” Brandon muttered, watching them. “I have to go stop this before she says something stupid.”
He glared at me one last time. “Stay here. Don’t say another word to anyone.”
He rushed off toward the siblings, diving into the fray to do damage control.
I watched him go. I watched him place a calming hand on Kyle’s shoulder, watched him whisper something to Denise that made her pale. He was so busy spinning his webs, so busy keeping his two lives from colliding.
This was it.
I set my glass down on a passing tray.
I didn't say goodbye to anyone. I simply turned and walked toward the exit. The heavy oak doors swung open, and the cool night air hit my face. It tasted like freedom.
I didn't take the limo. I hailed a taxi at the corner.
“Where to, ma’am?”