Katelina leaned against the front door and closed her eyes, fighting for calm. She took a deep breath to clear her mind, as if she could. She pretended the air was clean, empty. Pushing out all the anger, the fear, the rage, the confusion. It was all too much, and she just needed away from it.

With another deep breath, she focused on the room, on the mess. She started to pick up the scattered books, but thought better of it. He'd made the mess, he could clean it up. The house ...