Rhoda's POV
Two weeks had passed and the house still felt like it was balancing on a tightrope.
Every step I took, every glance, every breath, felt like it might tip us all over the edge.
Mia and I weren't getting along, and I didn't want you to get along with her.
There was an unspoken war between us. She tossed and glared like daggers and I returned then with silence refusing to descend to get to her level.
Still, she lurked around like a storm cloud ready to burst.
But among the tension amongst us, one person seemed untouched and unconcerned
It was Raymond.
Lucian’s son.
He was just four years old, innocent and sweet, yet it was impossible to ignore the fact that he was the product of Mia's past with Lucian.
That knowledge had been a constant knot in my chest, a sharp sting i
