Rachel’s POV While I was deep in thought, I felt a need to turn around. Footsteps entered the kitchen.Richard.The atmosphere changed instantly. I wanted to leave but I couldn't, I mean how?Zane smiled brightly. “Dad!”“Hey buddy,” Richard said. He barely acknowledged him. His attention stayed fixed on me. He was at the fridge before he turned to us. “Zane,” he said calmly, “why don’t you go upstairs for a while?”The little boy frowned. “But I’m helping Aunt Rachel cook.” A smile threatened to grace my lips.“I said go upstairs.” He said in a half-serious voice.Before Zane could move, I spoke casually. “He can stay, he’s just keeping me company.”Richard’s eyes snapped toward me immediately.“It’s fine,” I continued lightly, stirring the soup again. “He’s not bothering anyone.”“Yes, I am Zane, " and I made eye contact and he giggled. When I looked at Richard I almost flinched. For a second, tension thickened the room.Then Zane awkwardly looked between both of us. I think he w
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