A large hand seized a fistful of my hair and slammed me face-down onto the cold glass coffee table.
"They're just flowers, Daphne. If you lay a finger on Kathy, I will personally make sure you end up in prison."
Louis's voice was colder than I'd ever heard it.
I looked up at the man pinning me down, and all I felt was that I was staring at a stranger.
He knew those roses meant more to me than anything else in this house. They were the only thing my mother had left behind for me.
He used to help me tend to them.
Now Kathy had destroyed them, and Louis was actually taking her side.
Louis seemed to realize he'd gone too far and finally let go of me.
But the very next second, Kathy swayed and collapsed to the ground in slow motion.
Louis saw it happen. His pupils contracted.
He looked at me coldly and left me with a single sentence:
"If anything happens to Kathy or the baby she's carrying, I'll make you pay with your life."
He scooped Kathy into his arms and rushed out.
I listened to his footsteps fade into the distance, numb in body and soul.
Louis, you care so much about Kathy's safety. Have you ever once cared whether your own wife and child lived or died?