Chapter Fifty-five
His words came out very slowly, but each syllable of the words penetrated her mind and head, particularly because the words were very loud and clear. His eyes were so accusing that she felt guilt-ridden, she didn't dare to hold his gaze because she knew deep down that he was right.
Without saying any word, she reached for the doorknob in a bid to run away from Richard's searing gaze, which felt like a barbed wire grazing her bare skin. Her hands were so shaky, her legs too, and she struggled to unlock the door. She wanted to be anywhere but here, she wanted to run far away from this man. She had no idea that she'd become scared of him.
"Where do you think you are going, Abigail? Do you think that I'll let you run off like the last time? We aren't done here. We still
