Chapter 95

• As the sobs that rack Annabelle's body slowly abate, the stinging on her kneecaps brings her back to the present. She realizes that she’s kneeling on the coarse cobblestone in Nicholas’s front entrance with nothing on but his T-shirt. No shoes. No pants. No car.
• And a cell phone still inside on the bathroom counter.
• She shakes her head as hurt and humiliation give way to anger. She’s over the initial shock from his words, and now she wants to give him her two cents. It’s not okay to treat or talk to her this way. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, she pushes herself up from the ground and shoves the front door back open. It slams back against the wall with a thud.