Chapter 4 - Friction on Marble
The beige sandal came down.
It didn't hit Caleb.
It struck Carol’s shoulder. The dull thud was swallowed by the heavy wool of her blazer.
Carol didn’t flinch.
Her hand shot up.
Her fingers, adorned with a simple silver wedding band, closed around Eleanor’s wrist.
She squeezed. Hard.
Eleanor gasped, her perfectly manicured nails scraping against Carol’s knuckles.
"Let go."
"No."
Carol stood up, her grip never loosening.
She used her weight to force Eleanor’s arm back. The pearls clicked frantically against the older woman's chest.
They stood chest to chest.
Carol’s chest heaved with ragged breaths. Eleanor’s nostrils flared.
The air between them smelled of expensive perfume and copper.
Carol shoved.
Her palms hit Eleanor’s sequined shoulders.
Eleanor’s beige shoes skidded backward across the polished tile. She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of the kitchen island.
"Stop!"
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Carol’s voice wasn't a scream. It was a low, guttural growl pulled from the bottom of her lungs.
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