DEBORAH'S POV
The city lights blurred past the windshield as Elijah drove, one hand gripping the wheel too tightly. I folded my arms, my mind spinning with thoughts I couldn't contain. The entire day had been surreal, and now that we were alone, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Why now?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of the question settled between us like a stone. "Why is she here now?"
Elijah's jaw twitched, but he kept his eyes on the road.
I inhaled sharply, my chest tightening with anxiety. "You know what this is going to do, don't you? To us. To our marriage. To our daughter. I don't want Charlotte hearing vile rumors about her parents."
Elijah slowed the car slightly, casting a glance in my direction. His tone was clipped when he spoke. "Why would this affect our marriage?"
