Angela

“Have you had breakfast?” Ben asked as we settled in the suite.

I shook my head.

“I’m fine, though, for now,” I said quietly.

“Okay,” he said, sitting beside me on the sofa. “I’ll make this quick then.”

He shifted his body, so he was facing me, and took my hands in his. He held my gaze with his serious eyes, and I suddenly felt like squirming.

“I know about Sandra,” he said “I also know about our parents. Neither of those factors bother me, and Angela, you have nothing to be ashamed about. So there’s no reason for you to run off and hide. Your dad wants you...