David turned slowly toward Janet. His eyes no longer held the weary gleam of a soldier who had just returned from war.
They held something darker.
Something protective.
Something dangerous.
« Don’t you ever raise your voice to my daughter again, » he said with a calmness that was more frightening than a shout.
Janet let out a short, bitter laugh.
« Your daughter? David, you’ve been gone for two years. You know nothing about what’s happened here. »
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