s room. The door opened and David walked out, his hair d

y," he said, his

in protest. Inside the study, he sat at his large desk an

a, it'

. "Olivia, how are you, dear? Is Anna awake? Your father and I are having visa tro

physical blow. Tears filled my eyes, and a s

mooth. "Mom, don' t worry. The baby is stil

's good to hear." She gave a few more

fists. His "mother and son" were not me and Anna. He was talkin

isease. I managed a bitter smile. When we first married, he couldn't stand to be away

orcing me to look at him. "Feeling sad, are we? This is

lowly looked up at him. "David," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "What if I told y

me?" He yanked my collar, pulling me out of the chair. I fell hard. "If you hadn't

k desk. I heard a sickening crack, followed by a wave

instinctively bent down as if to check o

d, his voice puzzled. "Why is

ran cold.

leg, a sweet, cloying vo

g in here?" Sarah leaned against the doorframe, a picture of innocence. "Oh, my.