Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 38
KAL’S SISTER looks like a deer caught in headlights when my voice cuts
across the back yard, and I take momentary satisfaction in the fact that it
seems I have the advantage of surprise on my side.
Then I glance at Kal, who sits casually in his chair, not even sparing me a
look, as if he’s neither impressed nor shocked by my return.
The satisfaction deflates, and anger takes its place, propelling me over the
grass until I’m standing just in front of him. Shoving the manila envelope in
his face, I put a hand on my hip and ask my question again.
“Kallum. What the fuck is this?”
He looks at the folder, then up at me, those dark eyes strategically devoid
of any emotion. “It looks like an envelope, Elena. How the hell should I
know what’s in it?”
Scoffing, I unlatch the top and reach inside, shoving the papers in his
direction. “Are you trying to say you didn’t have your lawyer serve me