Chapter 1: The Boy Left in the Cold
Richard Whitaker had only just stepped through the doorway when he noticed his three-year-old grandson shaking from the cold.
Ethan stood barefoot, his torn T-shirt clinging to him, his feet red and covered in dirt.
Richard swept the little boy into his arms.
"You left my grandson barefoot outside for nine hours?"
Claudia lifted her wineglass and pointed at Ethan.
"This is my house, and he follows my rules."
Ethan buried his face against Richard's overcoat before glancing toward his father.
"Dad…
you knew I was out there."
Mark finally met his son's eyes.
"That was only a mild punishment."
Richard slowly turned toward Claudia.
The rage left his face.
Something colder replaced it.
His hand came across her cheek with a thunderous sl@p.
Claudia crashed to the floor, her wineglass shattering beside her.
Richard stared down at her.
"Your house?
Claudia, you have no idea whose house you are in."
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