There was silence in that room, even thick, inescapably more than common. I'm just standing, my eyes off out the kitchen window, those pale shades slanted across the floor. Fingers wrapped with cold coffee already for a pretty while. Every inch of bearing upon me came up to something hardly bearable; the previous few days served just to push everything over a very steeply raised edge.
Jaxon hadn't come home yet, but I could feel him coming-my presence looming, even before the door creaked open.
"Isabel," his voice broke through my thoughts, soft, as if he wasn't quite sure whether to disturb me or not. I turned around, but my eyes didn't meet his. I couldn't. Not yet.
"What is it, Jaxon?" My voice sounded a little more distant than I meant it to.
He took a deep breath, and I felt the h
