Chapter Eighteen
“So is the baby asleep?” Karen said.
Marcus had pulled on a dark blue shirt, his sheriff’s badge pinned to it. His duty belt, minus the g*n, which she knew he kept locked in a g*n safe upstairs, was resting on the table at the front door. “Yeah, Mom put him down. Not a peep out of him. He’s in a bassinet beside our bed. Mom insisted Charlotte sleep. I know she’s happy Mom is here, and even though I suggested she go to bed and get some rest, Mom telling her to sleep when the baby does was all it took.”
Karen could hear voices from the kitchen, the spot everyone seemed to gather. Ryan had left because he had to go to work, and so had Tessa, because school was in session. Jenny, too, had packed up Eva and Alison and taken them to school for a late check-in. “Well, then we
