Ann stood in the hallway, frozen. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. She was only coming outside to tell Richard that dinner was ready. But as she approached the patio, she heard voices sharp, angry voices and something told her not to interrupt. So she stayed hidden behind the slightly open door, heart pounding, listening as Richard and his father argued. Every word hit her like a stone. “She’s wrapping you around her finger…” “She got pregnant on purpose…” “If you stay with her, I’ll cut you off…” Ann covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes. She heard Richard defending her, his voice full of passion, frustration, love. But it didn’t comfort her. Not enough. Because no matter how strongly Richard stood up for her, one thing was now clear: she was the r
