A knot formed in Webster's chest. Whatever Todd was planning to reveal, his gut warned him it wasn't something he'd want to hear. Yet knowing Todd, that wouldn't stop him from speaking.
"This place might not rival the Noah estate, but I'd never deny Sallie anything she requires. She deserves only the finest," Todd declared with conviction.
"Yet regardless of what furniture I purchase—expensive or modest—Sallie refuses it all. She claims too many pieces make her worry someone could hide behind them," Todd revealed.
Webster's thoughts spiraled. The cruel irony struck him—who lives in constant dread of intruders lurking in their own sanctuary?
A stabbing ache pierced Webster's chest. Raised in luxury, he'd never experienced such paranoia about hidden threats in his home. The Sallie he remembered would never cower from shadows.
Watching Webster remain frozen and speechless, Todd's mouth twisted into a contemptuous smirk. At least the fool wasn't entirely beyond redemption.
