Why did Edwin get to dictate everything? Why did he have the privilege to walk away whenever he pleased, only to return whenever he missed her? Why did she have to be his plaything? Didn't she have a say in what she wanted?

Tears welled up in Laura's eyes, but she persisted in pushing him away.

Edwin gently caught hold of her hand.

Bending down, he retrieved her coat from the couch, draping it over her shoulders and deftly fastening the buttons.

"I'll take you out to see the lantern show," he offered.