Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I’m alright.”

But the memory of Sanford’s rage was undeniably unsettling.

His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.

“Would you Like to accompany me home?” Rosalynn inquired.

Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.

“Maggie, come here.”

its calm.

fear twisting in her stomach, she obeyed, her steps

concern etched itself on Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to

don’t meddle in

Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms, a

ordinary,

the girls present, they

their eyes held

extended a

“Thank you.”

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