Chapter 69

Stella's darkening expression betrayed her simmering rage. Watching Tara leave, she let out her anger by slamming her hand against the armrest of her wheelchair. It was becoming increasingly clear to her that Tara had grown utterly impervious to her schemes, making her harder to control than ever. After finishing breakfast, Tara washed her hands and glanced at the time. It was 7:10 am. She almost forgot she needed to bring Lance his milk. She warmed a cup of milk, set it on a tray, and carried it upstairs to Lance's room. She knocked on the door, and once she heard his reply, she stepped inside. Finding the living room empty, she decided to leave the milk on the coffee table and leave. But Lance's voice rang out from the bedroom as though he had anticipated her thoughts. "Bring it in." Tara had just placed the milk down when she hesitated and said, "Mr. Swain, it wouldn't be convenient for me to come in. I've left your milk on the coffee table." After a minute of silence and