David
I leaned against the marble countertop in the kitchen, my phone pressed to my ear. Laura was asleep upstairs, her exhaustion finally catching up to her after two days of refusing to eat or speak unless it was about the twins. I hated seeing her like this, but I had no intention of backing down.
Mrs. Abigail’s voice came through the line, warm but tinged with concern. “David, you need to be careful with her. She’s not herself right now.”
“I know she’s not,” I said, rubbing my temple. “But what do you want me to do, Abigail? Just let her leave? She’ll run straight to Ryan or Edward Stockton.”
“Those two don’t matter right now,” she replied firmly. “What matters is Laura. She just found out about Evelyn’s pregnancy, David. And with everything else—the accusations about her career—i
