The drive home from the mall had been silent and full of tension.
When they pulled into the driveway, Dylan was already there, waiting outside to welcome them.
He looked like the picture of a loving husband... khakis, a soft cream vest, a hopeful smile that didn't quite fit the atmosphere.
They spent a minute in the car, Anastasia's hand frozen on the door handle.
"We have to tell him," Lori whispered, though her eyes were darting to the rearview mirror. "We all have to be ready for this dangerous ex-husband of yours."
"No, Lo. I can handle Matteo," Anastasia replied.
"Well, I can't,"
Lori stepped out first, passing Dylan a quick, practiced smile.
Anastasia moved to the back seat, her heart hammering against her ribs as she began pulling out the heavy, expensive shopping bags.
The logos.... Gucci, Saint Laurent, Valentino, seemed to scream in the quiet driveway. Lori joined her, grabbing the remaining handles.
They stopped in front of Dylan, who was already reaching out.
