"I don't know what you're talking about, Timmy," I said, my voice trembling. I couldn't meet his eyes, so I stared out the window instead.
"Why can't you just answer me, Barbara?" he demanded, his voice icy.
"I don't understand what you're asking," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Before I could say anything else, Timothee grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. His eyes were filled with rage, and I felt a shiver of fear run down my spine.
Timothee’s voice cracked with pent-up frustration, "Don't lie to me, Barbara. I've seen it in the way you look at me, in every touch. We have a family, for God's sake. How can you say you don't feel anything?"
"I'm not lying," I managed, my voice steadier now, though my body still trembled. "I never meant for this to happen. It's compli
