Anna's POV
I stood my ground despite the way his body had me pinned against the wall.
The dim lighting of the hallway cast half his face in shadow, making him look like a stranger rather than the man I'd once promised to love forever.
"Jack, you're drunk," I said flatly. "Step back."
His brows furrowed into a deep V-shape as he studied my face. "What happened to you? You used to be this sensitive, vulnerable girl. Always carefully watching everything around you like a little mouse. You're so much like Lucy, actually. Why are you being so cruel to her?"
I inwardly scoffed. *You're the mouse, your whole family are mice.* He was clearly parroting Lucy's performance.
Right on cue, Jack launched into a description of her pitiful circumstances.
"There's nothing there, Anna. The house is practically falling apart. The weeds in the yard are taller than a person. They had to buy new bedding when they arrived because there was nothing left. Do you know how—"
