Things in the Blackwell household grew awkward for the days that came.

Booker slept on a different bed in a different room from Cassandra, and while she maintained her composure on the surface, she seethed with pain on the inside.

Every morning she woke up to an empty bed, her heart ached a little deeper.

Booker maintained his distance for that week, the week that followed, and even the coming week. By the fourth week, one night, he heard a knock on the door at an ungodly hour.

It was a ...