She spun on her heel to leave, but George leaped out of the car and grabbed her arm roughly. That’s when he noticed the dark bruises marring her delicate wrist.
He froze, his gaze fixed on her injury. "What happened to your hand?"
Kelly's nose went red with the threat of tears, but she forced her voice to stay calm. "You already know, don’t you?"
An inexplicable sense of emotion shot through George's chest. He struggled to shake it off, his eyes narrowing into icy slits. "You're becoming even more skilled in doing underhanded tactics. Are you hurting yourself now just to frame Amanda?"
His words sliced through her like a blade. Kelly's voice trembled with pain and indignation. "George, after all these years, is that the kind of person you think I am?"
George pinched the bridge of his nose and his tone softened slightly. "Kelly, it’s just an apology. It’s not that hard."
The disappointment in her gaze burned more than her words ever could. She turned and walked away, a lone tear escaping down her cheek.
By the time Kelly reached the military compound, George was already there. He tossed a pain-streaked onto the ground in front of her.
Kelly stared at the garment with a puzzled expression.