I try not to let Ava see my face as I glare at Marcus. How could he let it slip in front of her? He mouths ‘sorry’ at me as Ava goes to let the dogs in. It was going to have to come out eventually, may as well be now. I sit on the couch, my plans to walk the dogs through the property with Ava fading with each passing minute.

“Oh, no. You stay here,” I tell Marcus as he tries to sneak off to his room.

In typical Marcus fashion, he sulks like a child over to ...