When I got home that evening, I noticed Rachel wore a dark expression, with tear stains at the corners of her eyes. It was clear she had been crying.
It had to be because Orson had been harshly lectured by his wife after returning home, and then he called Rachel to question her.
I walked over to Rachel and smiled gently. "Honey, is your leg feeling better? Does it still hurt?"
Upon hearing my words, Rachel snapped back to reality and replied, "No... it's fine, much better."
"I brought you dinner. Come eat with me," I said.
"I'm not hungry today. You can eat by yourself," Rachel said.
It made sense. With Orson barely hanging on to his marriage and about to leave her, she surely had no appetite.
A man like Orson, who lived off his wife, had no standing in the family at all. All his sp
