"Margaret, what's your problem with him?" Steve snapped, his face twisted in anger as he approached Margaret.

Ivy's eyes darted between the two of them, sensing the tension escalating. She began to wonder when all of this began; she had never experienced her parents fighting before.

Margaret's face remained cold, her eyes flashing with anger.

"What is my problem? Seriously, Steve?" she repeated, her voice low and venomous. "You really don't know, do you? You really don't know what you've done."

Steve took a step closer to Margaret. "We've talked about this, Margaret. Let's not cause a scene."

But Margaret just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh really, we'll talk...