Sandy's POV
None of them said anything ever since I forced them into the house. I was angry. So angry I could punch through a wall. Ida was looking guilty while the man, Dean, was looking confused and sad. I wanted a word from any of them, but both their lips were sealed shut.
“Can you two say something?” I asked in a low voice, which was far from how I was raging inside of me. I looked at Ida and saw her fiddling with her fingers.
“I… Sandy.” She puffed her cheeks and exhaled hard. “First of all, sorry.”
I raised an eyebrow at the apology. She was looking tense and playing with her fingers while Dean side eyed her. I sighed and leaned forward, hands on knees and eyes narrowed. I needed answers.
“Can one of you just speak up?” I demanded in an impatient voice.
“Ida and I are married.
