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THERESA'S HOUSE***

“Careful,” George said, holding Lucia’s hand as she stepped out of the taxi.

“I’m fine, George. I can manage,” Lucia replied, smiling softly. Since discovering her pregnancy, George had been overly protective, not even letting her handle simple tasks.

As they entered the house, George began, “Mom, we’re—” but stopped abruptly when he saw Lucia’s father seated on the couch. Instinctively, he positioned himself in front of her.

Mr. Landon smirked. “Hiding my daughter from me, George? You didn’t think I’d find you?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Dad. I’m surviving just fine without you,” Lucia said through clenched teeth.

“Surviving? Look at yourself, Lucia! Your...