Her smile returned, smug and cruel. “I knew it. I knew you were going to propose.”
“Fine,” she added. “Keep your charity case. But I’m not leaving empty-handed.”
She turned toward the door like she owned the place. I followed her, grabbed the ring box from her hand, and opened the front door so hard it slammed against the wall.
Marisa paused on the porch and looked back. “You know what? Don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart.”
Then she left. My hands were still shaking when I locked the door.
“Keep your charity case.
But I’m not leaving empty-handed.”
I turned around, and Avery was standing at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale. She’d heard everything.
“Dad,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”
“I know, sweetheart,” I said, crossing the room in two strides. “I know you didn’t do anything.”
She started crying then, quietly, like she was embarrassed to let me see it.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice breaking. “I thought you’d believe her.”
“I know you didn’t do anything.”
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