The delicate peace that Annabel and Troy had found was abruptly broken when the door of her room slowly opened in a silent ominous act.
With a snap of their heads, Annabel and Troy released their embrace. The bright light of the hallway framed a figure standing in the doorway.
Carson. His jaw was tight his eyes were dark pools of rage and his face was a mask of icy rage.
Bridget stood next to him with a broad smile on her face. Annabel felt her heart sink. She wanted to disappear into the ground and escape this oppressive reality.
From her to Troy and back again Carson's eyes shifted. The warmth and affection she had grown accustomed to were absent from his eyes.
They were acerbic and hostile. In sharp contrast to the melodic tone he typically employed with her his voice was low a
