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.”

regained its calm. He beckoned

twisting in her stomach,

Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to

meddle

fell on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms, a glass of wine held to her

were both ordinary, both she

present, they

cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but

to eat.” Brian extended

“Thank you.”

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