Chapter 3 - The Blue Lapel
The heavy brass latch of the front door clicked open with a sharp, metallic sound.
BANG.
The glass-paneled door swung inward, slamming hard against the interior wall.
Ryan stood in the doorway, his leather briefcase slipping from his fingers and crashing to the floorboards.
THUD.
His dark blue suit jacket was immaculate, but his jaw was clenched so tight his facial muscles twitched under his skin.
He took three explosive strides across the foyer, his polished dress shoes squeaking on the wood.
Ryan reached Eleanor in a fraction of a second.
SLAP.
The sharp, loud crack echoed against the high glass windows of the sunlit living room.
Eleanor’s head snapped violently to the left, her short gray locks flying out of place.
She stumbled two steps back, her hands flying instantly to her swelling left cheek.
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Her mouth hung open in absolute, stunned shock as she stared at her son.
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