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.”

countenance had regained its calm. He

tendrils of fear twisting in her stomach, she

forehead as she

meddle

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

both ordinary, both she

the girls present, they were distinctly

but their eyes held nothing but contempt when they fell on Maggie

Brian extended a plate

“Thank you.”

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