Dorothy stood up. "I don't have anything else to say. I will handle my problems, and I won't let them affect you."
She turned and went to the door.
Vincent stood up as well, stepping forward and grabbing Dorothy's wrist.
"Explain everything to me, and I'll take care of your mother's situation."
"I don't need you to. Let go. Don't touch me."
Vincent's face darkened for a moment before he pulled Dorothy into his embrace, his lips pressing against hers.
"Stop it." Dorothy turned her head, using all her strength to push him away.
She leaned against the door, gasping for breath. Her body was trembling.
At that moment, Richard's leering face seemed to merge with Vincent's, and the fear was so intense she could hardly breathe, like a fish on the brink of death.
Vincent hadn't expected to
