"Olivia, since you love playing games, let's play to the end."
"What do you mean?"
"Divorce."
I spat the word out and refused to waste another breath. Adjusting my mother's weight on my back, I charged toward the exit.
"Don't let him leave!" Olivia screamed.
The guards closed in. I kicked the first man blocking me, but I was outnumbered. A heavy blow to my leg sent me crashing to the floor.
*Thud!*
My mother hit the ground beside me.
Agony sliced through my chest—not from the fall, but from the guilt. I had implicated her in this nightmare.
Her face was pale. Lifeless.
Terror gripped my throat. I screamed at Olivia.
"Call an ambulance! Now! My mother is—"
"Five more minutes." Olivia checked the time. Her voice was ice.
She refused to budge. In her mind, if we walked out that door now, the bad luck would cling to the entrance and ruin Spencer's business.
Looking at her, I felt nothing but bile rising in my throat.
She was repulsive.
I snapped.
I grabbed a heavy wooden chair and smashed it against a decorative pillar. Wood splintered and flew.
"You won't let me save my mother? Fine! Then I'll tear this place apart!"
"Let's see who breaks first!"
If she wouldn't let me leave, I would carve a path out.