Jaxon

Things had been calm. I was surprised Cynthia wasn’t starting a violent war. But it seemed the end–or at least the eye–of the storm had come. I felt better each morning knowing I’d wake up next to Sara. I hadn’t realized how much I relied on her comforting presence to start my day.

I headed downstairs, leaving Sara asleep in the bed. As I hit the base of the steps I heard voices arguing in the kitchen. I paused and listened carefully, edging as close ...