Chapter Seven
Beth
Mom walked over to the Lindsey’s Monday morning with muffins.
I took the advantage to go to the college. Couldn’t be found easily on a campus that large. When I got home in the evening, I played Scrabble with Dad.
That night was another of wary, but uninterrupted, sleep.
Had I won?
By afternoon, I got curious and peeked through the holes in the decorative blocks at the top of the fence. Jacob came out a minute later carrying a box labeled Goodwill on the side. He set it down on the patio, revealing he was working without a shirt. Stretching his arms above his head, he walked back inside, leaving the sliding door open.
GoodwillIt was only vanity. He didn’t want to get his shirts dirty.
.“Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
I spun around, clutching my chest. “Nothing
