Chapter 72

• RICHARD'S POV
• Debra, sensing the tension, clung to my arm again, as if trying to stake her claim. I could feel my anger boiling beneath the surface. It took all my restraint not to lash out right then and there. Instead, I forced a tight-lipped smile in response, masking the seething resentment churning within me.
• Jenny's eyes flicked to Debra and then back to me, a flicker of hurt and confusion crossing her face. “Well, enjoy your dinner,” she said, her tone a bit colder than before. “Alex and I need to finish our shopping.”