The silence was a ringing bell in Annabel's ears as she stood in the center of the spacious room after Fred had left.
She was aware that nothing would be resolved even though he had promised to speak with Carson and share what he knew.
Her and Carson's growing distance from one another was the issue, not Fred or what he stood for.
She felt like she was carrying a physical weight from Bridget's animosity and his jealousy.
Her heart leaped into her throat at the sound of the front door thudding heavily and the swift decisive clicks of high heels on the marble floor even though she wanted to sleep, close her eyes and pretend that today had never happened.
Then with a violent slam against the wall the door to her room flew open.
It must be Victoria.
She was a picture of costly rage
