Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 55

The rain still hadn't let up by the time the car pulled out of the Whitaker estate.

Wren sat in the passenger seat, her face ghostly pale.

Harrison maintained a slow, steady speed.

The car was silent, save for the rhythmic thud of the windshield wipers sweeping back and forth.

After a long time, Wren finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "Harrison, thank you for back there."

Harrison's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"I was late."

Wren shook her head.

"You shouldn't have come at all."

It was, after all, Whitaker family business.

And it was her at her absolute lowest.

A man like Harrison, born into wealth and raised in Lawrence's elite circle, was used to dignity and social grace. She didn't want him to see her getting thrown out of her own house like trash.

But Harrison simply replied, "If I hadn't shown up, that slap would have landed."

Wren didn't say anything.

Honestly, she hadn't been afraid of the slap.

She just felt a profound sense of tragedy.

To be thirty years old, standing in front of her father, and still being backed into a corner by the words 'you're the older sister.'

Wren watched the blurred city lights streak past the rain-streaked window.

"He hit me before," she said quietly.

Harrison's eyes darkened.

Unaware of his reaction, Wren kept talking. "Not a lot. Just once."

She was sixteen that year.

Barely three months after Vivian Vance had died.

The day Quentin brought Lydia and Willow to live at the house had been a rainy day just like this one.

Wren had come home from school to find two strangers standing in her entryway.

A woman in a plain, elegant dress with slightly red eyes, who offered a nervous, gentle smile when she saw her.

And a thirteen-year-old girl, scrawny and timid, hiding behind the woman.

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