CHAPTER FOUR
An hour later Sarah walked out of the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee. She had seen Raif make the pot before putting the kids to bed. He had then carried a steaming mug with him out to the barn. In his absence, she had taken the opportunity to shower and now felt worlds better.
Donning another pair of jeans and a T-shirt, she stood at the threshold of her bedroom. Ever since Chris' outburst, she had felt somber. Not only was he angry with her for disrupting their lives, but he and his brother were also grieving for the loss of their parents. Though it had been two decades ago, she still felt the pain of losing her own mother and knew how they must surely feel.
Her father had become even more angry and distant after the funeral. Debbie had never been close to the quiet, broo
