In the living room, Vanessa sat on the sofa, her fingers entwined, her head bowed in silence as she counted the seconds in her mind.


    She had seen Theodore shove Phoebe into the guest bathroom not long before, and although she and Mrs. Reynolds were both there, Theodore was unpredictable. He might decide to do something to Phoebe on a whim. In that case, wasn''t her presence here just a joke?@@novelbin@@


    Less than two minutes had passed when she heard a thunderous m. Vanessa''s head shot up, just in time to see Theodore storming out of the powder room like an enraged lion.


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