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. He

in her stomach, she obeyed, her

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

don’t meddle in

cradled in Sanford’s arms,

were both ordinary,

the girls present, they were distinctly out

of cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but contempt when they

Brian extended a plate of food to

“Thank you.”

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