“Damn her!” Jeffery snarled, tossing his
cell phone onto the counter.
He had tried more than a dozen times and
Karen would never take his call. Well, he did avail himself of her voice
mail--several times, in fact--and let her know exactly what he thought of her.
“Damn me,” he muttered, hiding his face in
his hands, willing himself not to scream in frustration.
He knew full well he ought not to have done
that. He shouldn’t have lost his temper and said half of what he did, but he
was too angry. He couldn’t keep it in anymore, not if what Janet discovered
was true, and it was sounding more and more like it was. Surely now he lost any
shot he had of getting Karen to tell Wendy the truth about what she did, and
more importantly, what he didn’t do.
“Oh, Wendy,” he mumbled, his shoulders
slumped in defeat. “I’m never gonna get you back now and it’s all my stupid-ass
fault.”
