“Shut up, Grant!” Julian shouted, his voice cracking with years of suppressed rage. “Shut your damn mouth! Look at yourself! You’re harassing a woman who just gave birth because your fragile little ego can’t handle losing control! Get out of here before I let the cops drag you out myself!”
Grant stared at his younger brother in utter disbelief. For his entire life, Grant had dominated Julian, just as he had dominated me. To be defied by his own blood in a public hospital hallway broke something inside him.
Grant spat on the floor, jerked his coat free, and turned toward the elevators without looking back.
