Thirty-One
Duke
“Can you believe her?” Mrs. Richards huffs as her husband leads her away from the table and towards the bathrooms. Alice has her hand in her lap and her chin ducked to her chest. It must be uncomfortable for her to hear them talking about Saturday.
From Alice’s perspective, she was getting revenge on the boy who tore something precious from her. From the Richard family’s perspective, Alice could have killed someone they loved.
“It’s fine.” Sam kindly offers. “Living in a house with two sisters and my mom, I’ve learned that women can be emotional. It’s nobody’s fault.”
I nod in thanks.
“Are we still going to eat?” Rochelle asks, glancing at her watch. “I have to get back to work.”
“I’ll have Francis make you something.” Sam takes her hand and helps her stand. “You wan
