“Jaxon?” Margaret called as Danika wheeled her into the living room. Jaxon sat on the couch, lost in thought, his mind consumed by what had happened with Isla at the office.

“Maggie,” he greeted with a forced smile, his voice low as he straightened up.

Her brows knitted together. “What’s with that look?” she asked. Danika stopped once Margaret was in front of Jaxon, then wordlessly excused herself.

Jaxon let out a heavy sigh. ...