#9323 by Sebastien Anderson
SLAP. As her hand collided with his cheek, he gasped. The woman in front of him was not the Emily Anderson he had known, and perhaps that was a good thing. He had to admit, he was a little proud that she had regained her backbone. He couldn't argue with her reasoning for slapping him and simply nodded. "I deserved that." And with those words, he turned and walked away.