But Warner still loves you, deep down.” “He loves me,” I said, “so much that he did what he did on the pillows my grandmother embroidered?” She pivoted at once.

“It’s that Renae girl.

Immature, manipulative, preying on his stress.

But a man wakes up and remembers where home is.” “Mom.

Do you really believe the villain here is an immature woman?

Warner unlocked the door.