I’ve been waiting three years for Alexander to propose.
Three years.
I’ve been patient.
I’ve been loyal.
I’ve been everything he needs or so I thought.
But now I’ve heard the rumors.
I’ve heard about the woman.
I’ve heard about the child.
I won’t let this happen.
I won’t let some waitress from nowhere steal what’s rightfully mine.
I pull out a file.
Reports.
Everything I’ve gathered about Lily Anderson and her daughter.
Sophie.
Her name is Sophie.
She’s three years old.
Dark curls.
Brown eyes.
Alexander’s eyes.
I study the photograph. Get faster updates on g.com.
The little girl is smiling, holding a stuffed bear.
She looks happy.
She looks loved.
She’s a threat.
I put the photograph back in the file.
I close the folder.
I smile.
Hook: I know exactly what I need to do.
And I won’t let anyone get in my way.