Inside the jacket
On our wedding anniversary, what I received wasn't a gift. It was a settlement agreement thrust at me by Peyton.
"Sign it, and I'll release your brother."
My eyes reddened as I asked him, "Peyton, my mother had six organs harvested by your mistress, and you want me to forgive her?!"
He handed me a photo without expression.
My brother was bound to a chair, covered in wounds, with someone holding a knife to his throat.
Peyton asked coldly, "Will you sign or not?"
Through tears, I signed my name, then turned and dialed another number.
