In the Pratt mansion's room, Lindsey nestled into her husband's chest, sobbing. She began recounting her reunion with her sister and the deplorable state she found her in.

"My little doll, we're all here to support you. You know you can count on me for anything you need," he reassured her.

"Yes, dear, I know that," she lifted her face, and he captured her lips. A passion war had begun, and both were in the peak of their marriage.

A month passed. A woman was perplexed in her apartment, holding a