“Enough!!!!!”
Richard’s voice cracked like a whip through the chaos, the single word echoing off the front porch and silencing the shouting reporters for a stunned heartbeat. The door slammed shut with a heavy finality, the lock clicking into place as the muffled frenzy continued outside—cameras still flashing through the windows, voices rising again in confusion.
But Richard wasn’t done. He turned slowly, his face a storm of shock, anger, and something deeper, more protective. His eyes landed on me and Damien, standing frozen in the foyer, my cheeks still wet with tears, his body rigid beside me.
“Even if he f****d her for real,” Richard said, his voice rough but steady, carrying through the sudden quiet of the house, “there’s nothing wrong with it.”
The words hung in the air like a b
