A Parting Gift

"Yes." Vance nodded without a hint of remorse, confirming he had indeed kicked her heavy front door off its frame.

Celine rubbed her throbbing temples. A fresh wave of frustration hit her as she surveyed the splintered wood and twisted metal lying on her welcome mat. "A new door costs three thousand dollars. A locksmith costs thirty. Did your brain get crushed by the hinges?"

Sitting amidst her