Jake lay on the couch and stared up at the ceiling of his family room. The TV blared away in the background, tuned to a noisy and fairly horrible remake of The Fantastic Four, but he wasn’t watching the movie for its quality. No, he had the television on because that way, the house didn’t feel quite so empty.
All right, it wasn’t really empty, because Taffy lay on the rug next to the sofa and watched him with worried eyes, but even so, he couldn’t quite ignore the way the big Victorian house seemed to echo with Addie’s absence. Stupid of him to think such a thing, when she’d only stayed there for a couple of nights, and yet…
…and yet, he knew this place would always feel wrong to him as long as she was gone.
Anger at Genoveva Castillo seethed in him, although deep down, he realized the
