In the afternoon, Bryana and Dean were spoken to by Stevan and Raymond in the workspace. As promised, Dean is willing to listen to what will describe his in-laws that he hates but he's obligated to respect.
Dean sat right next to Bryana, while Raymond sat next to Stevan. They faced each other tensed at the discomfort of one of them, Dean of course.
"Dean," Stefan called.
"Just tell me what you want to explain, no need to beat around the bush," Dean said with his jaw clenched, his breath catching his breath every time he looked into Stevan's face, reminding him of James who had killed Clarissa. the image of the bloody event was gnawing at his mind so he could no longer think of anything else.
"Honey ...." Bryana whispered, squeezing Dean's fingers. She glanced at her husband and shook her head. "Be calm."
