I don't know.

Jorick's words settled in her stomach like lead. Still, she followed him to the bathroom where she took a shower and put on clean clothes, transferring things from one set of jeans to the other.

With the crust of last night gone, they headed to the scruffy living room. Brandle sat in the chair, his legs crossed. Micah was flopped on the couch, his foot propped on a stack of magazines. Loren sat next to him, Paylin on his lap. Jayleth was on the floor, ...