"If you would be living here, you should know they are boundaries and touching my late wife's picture is off-limits." He warned, his voice an icy cold tone, low but the gravity of his words dropped hard on her.
She was a little dazed at his harsh act but shook it off quickly. He was still grieving for her, it was understandable.
She chided herself for being too touchy and curious.
"Is that clear?" He asked still irate.
"Yes, I am sorry about that. "She apologized, wishing his anger would lessen now.
He dropped her wrist to her side and she drew back from him, rubbing her now sore skin.
His grip was a little tight on her considering her
tender it felt, she was about to walk away and go back to the couch avoiding Elliot when the door jerked open.
Everyone froze up staring at one ano
