Eight years later.
Allie found herself in her bedroom, speculating whether her husband still craved her as much as he did the first day they kissed. He would come home from work late at night, and wouldn’t touch her at all. She stared at herself in the mirror. Did she change throughout the years without realizing it? She always took care of her skin and wore sexy outfits, but he never noticed. However, a red stain on her carpeted floor interrupted her thoughts.
“Andrew Freeman and Daniel Freeman!” Allie roared, jogging down the wide stairs.
She prowled into the kitchen, buttoning her pink blouse.
Her hair was up in a ponytail. Seeing the enormous kitchen, she held her hands behind her back and paced twice around the dinner table. Then she swiftly squatted and pulled two
