Chapter 88 She's Mine, Isn't She?

• CHAPTER 88: She’s mine, isn't she?
• Edward's feet felt like lead as he stepped into the warmly lit living room, Robyn was still clinging to him, her small arms still wrapped tightly around his neck. James trailed slowly behind him, the little girl's backpack dangling from his hand.
• The house smelled faintly of lavender, but there was also a pervading sense of gloom and despair. As they entered—ushered in by the housekeeper who looked surprised but relieved to see Robyn in his arms—his gaze swept across the room, landing on the disheveled figure of Sarah.