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 Maggie to

in

forehead as she moved

meddle in

on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms,

both ordinary, both she

present, they were

but their eyes held

extended a plate of food to

“Thank you.”

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