to—”
“You grabbed a girl half your size by the hair,” I say conversationally, like we’re discussing the weather. “You slammed her onto concrete. You stood over her and threatened her while she was crying on the ground. You think that makes you tough, Brad? You think that makes you a man?”
“No,” he sobs, and I can hear real tears now. “No, I just… please…”
“I continue reading …
