Jaxon
I sighed heavily as I walked into my home office and collapsed into my chair. I had cut both of our work days short and brought Sara home after her conversation with Cynthia.
Sara had been quiet and subdued ever since. She'd declined to elaborate further on what she and Cynthia had talked about but it had clearly made an impact on her. It made me feel sick with worry–I felt like I was losing her already, and this couldn't help. I could feel the space between us growing wider with every passing second and I felt helpless to stop it.
I'd insisted that Sara take a nap and recover from the nasty shock she'd had. Even if I didn't know what Cynthia had said, I knew her well enough to know that it hadn't been pleasant.
I scowled and pulled my phone out, dialing Cynthia's number now that
