When I dragged Ivanna back into the office, she was still resentful. She turned back to curse him again, “Go to hell, you fuck!”

Inside, Ivanna asked me, “Why haven’t you taken action? Have you gone soft again?”

I stood by the window silently and gazed into the distance. My voice was faint and hollow, “Grace told me not to lay a hand on him when she was alive.”

My words angered Ivanna. She said, “I knew it! You did become soft again. Must I remind you of how Grace died?”

I couldn’t bear to l