PART ONE – THE FALL
He told everyone he was flying out of state for business. But in the dead of night, my neighbor hammered on my front door in our quiet Orange County cul‑de‑sac, his face a mask of panic, insisting I come see who was sitting casually in his living room. That is another story.
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My left cheek burned, but my heart was a raging fire that morning.
Preston had just slapped me across the face because of a shirt collar he decided wasn’t crisp enough. Under a microscope, that shirt would still have passed inspection, but facts never mattered when he was in one of his moods. He stood there glaring at me with the same condescending eyes he used on his subordinates at the office, smoothing down the lapels of his designer suit—a suit that probably cost more than a decent used car.
It was funny in a bitter way. A man could look so dignified and commanding in tailored clothes, yet his behavior at home could be more primitive than anything you’d expect in a civilized country. I could only look down, cupping my throbbing cheek and fighting back tears that refused to fall.
They had been wrung dry too many times before. If you saw Preston out in the world, you’d probably ask for his autograph or a selfie. To the PTA moms at the elementary school and the dads at the Little League field, he was the very definition of a dream man.
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