When James rushed to Yvonne's villa, the front door was slightly open.
Lena's frantic voice came from inside.
"Yvonne, put the knife down first. We can talk this through. Don't do anything reckless."
James pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Yvonne was holding a fruit knife in her hand, tears streaming down her face.
Lena stood several steps away, too afraid to approach. She could only keep pleading with her to calm down.
James crossed the room in a few strides and snatched the knife from Yvonne's hand.
His voice came out sharper than he intended.
"What are you doing now?"
Yvonne looked up at him, her eyes swollen and red from crying.
"James, are you really going to throw Rory a birthday party? Are you really going to make your relationship with her public?"
James frowned.
