CAROLINE
“Y
ou finally found a good contractor?”
Voicing my question as I stood in front of James’ half demolished house, I eyed the construction project wearily. He’d assured me it was safe to stay in the living room and kitchen- which were the only two rooms he hadn’t knocked to pieces. Against my side he shrugged, and I reached to scratch my head as I struggled for thought.
“I asked my brother to find someone he trusted.” The news was almost as surprising as the scene in front of me, and my brows shot up as I twisted to James.
“You talked to your brother? When? What happened while I was in purgatory?” My chest still grew cold at the memory of my father’s wrath, and I frowned deeply when James did nothing but shrug again.
After our hike, my father took my cell phone for two weeks,
