Brettly returned Miranda’s as he downed more liquor. Slumping against the wall he watched her pack. Followed to the bathroom.  “Oh yes the clever little spy that caught. You so clever you got your ass tortured. So yeah you might have been. Stupid enough to Fuck Thomas and come home. Forgetting to cover the bruises. With Your brain all scramble its surprising you can remember anything.” Not caring if his words hurt her or not.<br/><br/>“ What can I say, Sugar. The apple never falls far the tree.” He didn’t care that he was acting like his father. James Knightly was a functioning drunk and never met a liquor bottle he didn’t like. Of course he kept it well hidden. Unless he was belittle, abusing his wife and son.  It took everything in Brettly not to slap Miranda back. “ I do love, I just don’t trust you.” He quietly doubted that she heard him.<br/><br/>He heard a thump. An evil smile self righteous smile pulled at his lips.  " Aweee did the Pooor Little Spy fall down and go boom." He said a child like voice mocking her. Paused when he heard her talking on the phone. Crossing his Crossing to her picked her up. " Let me you clue in an something Sugar. It an't no secret." He sneered the phone message that  she was left was just more proof to her cheating on him.