Chapter 17
Caleb's POV
Tara came home on Saturday, since she left.
I heard her key in the lock just before noon, while I was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of cold coffee and a stack of papers my accountant had couriered over that morning.
The numbers on those papers were not good. I had stopped reading them an hour ago and was just sitting in the general direction of them, which felt like approximately the same thing.
She walked in and stopped when she saw me, looking completely different. That was the first thing I noticed. She was wearing her hair down instead of the usual styled, careful way she kept it when she wanted to look impressive. She had no makeup on, and was dressed in a plain sweatshirt and jeans. She looked seventeen, young in a way she usually worked very h
