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 as I dared.
"…I'm doing the best I can! I don't think you appreciate the delicacy of this situation!" Sloan.
"She's your daughter, she's not going to turn on you. You can push harder than this. It almost seems as if you're pushing them closer together instead of wedging them apart!" Cynthia.
My body went stiff and my breath caugh
