I saw a page headed Baldwin Logistics, and a column of numbers, and then I didn’t see anything else, because Charles had a fistful of my hair.

My knee hit the floor.

I got my free hand on the doorframe, and he pulled me loose.

Courtney laughed, one short note, then covered her mouth with her fingers.

“Charles.”

He dragged me through the kitchen and across the hall.

The brass key was still in the outside lock, and the door stood open to the porch.

He shoved me out onto the boards.