The sound of very quiet sobs made Landon walk into the kitchen. He and Karen, and Aine were the only ones home, and it certainly wasn’t Aine he heard.
Karen was sitting at the kitchen table, shut laptop in front of her and she was crying.
Landon pulled out the chair beside her and put his arms around her. “A little too much sleep deprivation?”
“No…No…Oh God…I wish it was something that simple. How can people be so vicious?” She sniffled and swallowed.
Looking around, Landon saw the tissue box on the counter. He reached back and grabbed it, handing it to her. “What people?”
“My parents.”
“You don’t want to hear my opinion of your parents or mine for that matter.”
“I did something. I thought it was sort of an olive branch,” said Karen. She blew her nose.
“Keep going.”
“I sent them a
