“I fucking swear Nick, if you take one step closer…” she warned. “Now tell me, where is Bradley?” He stopped dead in his tracks. “Let’s ...just talk about this like adults. Put the lamp down and I will explain.” “What? Like you explained earlier?" she spat. “I’m going to find out soon enough when I tell Bradley.” “Oh yeah, like you’d tell him about this,” Nick said, his anger becoming apparent. “And anyway, even if you do tell him, who do you think he’s going to believe? You? A fat slag of a girl. Check with them about things we might need from Boston.”“I’ll do that.”“We hear you two in the background,” Beth announced. “Now get off the line so we can talk to our husband.”Both men laughed and Grant, now in a much better mood, answered “Yes, Dears.”Sabrina added, “And Ben, we need lots of fabric and sewing notions and any tailors and cobblers who want to get in on the ground floor of a good opportunity. We desperately need clothing and boots with winter coming on. We also need nails, saws. The old feelings become new again, the past comes crashing in with a renewed clarity. Scared, so scared. Not sure what is going to happen afraid to even speculate. When the day is over, what will the results of the rage be? What will be left of the shell of a person in the corner? Thunk, thunk, thunk, his steps as he draws closer, ever closer, with that look in his eyes, are amplified by her fear. Will this be the day he goes over the edge? Will it be tomorrow? When will it end? Who will. Kendra's parents were extremely wealthy, both coming from old money. When she said their name, Dex instantly recognized them as at the top of the local social ladder. They had essentially arranged her marriage to a man of similar social stature who just happened to be a total jerk and a misogynist. None of his shortcomings mattered to her parents, as long as the union produced a male heir for her husband's family. The two families were extremely close, even somewhat related.Kendra was.