“Have you checked on Jared yet?”
Karma sat in the sunny kitchen of the Jackson farmhouse, sipping her coffee as Jacob made breakfast.
“Five times today.” He drained the bacon and flipped the eggs in the pan, then glanced up to find her golden eyes staring at him over the rim of her red coffee mug.
“And?”
He prepared two plates and let out a breath. “No change.”
Jacob set the food on the polished wooden breakfast table, then refilled his own mug and sat down across from her.
Karma lay a yellow linen napkin on her lap. “I thought that place was supposed to help him.”
“It might take time. He’s only been there a few days.”
She frowned and pushed her eggs around on her plate with her fork, her energy systems swirling and bouncing around erratically.
She was scared. He could feel it thr
