Paul’s POV
The space was disorganized. Broken glass was on the floor, furniture overturned; Lydia and Samantha hid like caged animals. But Becky caught my eye — standing upright and gripping a candlestick like a warrior carrying a weapon. Her clothing was ripped, and her face was battered, yet her eyes gleamed with a fire I had never seen before.
What I was seeing defies belief. I feared I had lost her — lost the lady I loved amid the lies and plots all around us. Here she was, nevertheless, stubborn, strong, and ready to rebel.
"Becky, what's going on?" I asked, attempting to put the anarchy in front of me. Becky seemed poised to unleash fury; Lydia and Samantha appeared to have seen a ghost.
Becky continued, her voice hard and unbroken, "They tried to kill me, Paul." "Lydia and Saman
