The door slammed shut with such force that it rattled the windows. Catherina's presence filled the room like a storm cloud, heavy with fury and intent. She stood in the doorway, her breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts, her chest heaving with the intensity of the emotions that warred inside her. She was done pretending, done with the games. The facade had cracked, and now, there was no turning back.
Henry didn’t move. He didn’t need to. He knew what was coming. His pulse raced in his ears, but he kept his expression neutral. Annie was still at the far end of the study, her back turned, her body trembling as if she had been caught in a whirlwind. Henry couldn’t look at her. Not right now. Not with Catherina in the room, her anger an open wound that needed tending.
“Do you think you can
