Calculated Departure

Safely behind the heavy bedroom door, Brenda dropped her peacemaker act, her face twisting into a nasty sneer. She grabbed Bryce by the collar, pulling him close, and lowered her voice to a harsh, calculating whisper. "You idiot. The money from her house sale hasn't hit your account yet. Have some patience and use your head. Wait until you secure the cash. Once the cash is safe, you can invent any