Raymond's lips curved into a knowing smile after hearing that question from Isabella. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of the newspaper he'd set down and the distant chirp of birds outside the large windows.
He wanted to ignore the question, to end the conversation and move on with his day, but she was so persistent, her eyes locked on his with that mix of anger and need for closure that he knew from years of arguments. He adjusted his sitting position, shifting in the comfortable chair to face her fully, the leather creaking slightly. He looked her straight in the eyes, his voice steady but tired.
