Time passed slowly and Adara hardly spoke to me anymore. We skirted around each other in the house and around the children's schedules. It had been three weeks since that family meeting and I hated the silence in the house. I didn’t blame her though, the chaos around me was of my own doing.
I kept to myself and I didn’t speak to James or Malachi a lot. It killed me, but it was safer. I had never before felt so alone and even Death was keeping his distance. I wallowed in my own self-pity and I took it because I deserved it.
During the fourth week, my office door at the hotel was flung open and James stormed inside. He glared at me as he sat down in the chair in front of my desk. I had wondered when Adara would tell Shoran everything.
“Explain yourself,” James said with a heated tone and
