“William?” I breathed.
My voice cracked.
He didn’t look at Peter. His eyes were fixed on me, calm and concerned.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently, ignoring the rising tension in the air.
Before I could speak, Helen stood up beside Peter, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes like she’d just smelled something foul.
“This is a family matter,” she said, her voice cutting and cold. “We don’t need strangers interfering.”
William didn’t flinch.
His voice stayed calm.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, “but I just saw you and this man yelling at her in the middle of a restaurant and telling her to leave. That’s not how you treat anyone, let alone your wife.”
Peter shoved his chair back and stood. He moved so close to William that, for a second, I thought he might push him.
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