Jack sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands clasped together, his mind replaying the events of the morning. Sarah’s coldness, her clipped responses, and the presence of Nathan Bennett gnawed at him. He had faced countless battles in his life, but none as daunting as the one unfolding in his own home.
The sound of Sarah’s footsteps approaching pulled him from his thoughts. She entered the room, her arms crossed, her gaze sharp. “Are you just going to sit there all day?” she asked, her voice icy.
Jack looked up, his expression softening. “We need to talk, Sarah.”
She scoffed, shaking her head. “Talk? Now you want to talk? After years of shutting me out, after last night, you suddenly think words will fix this?”
Jack rose to his feet, his tone measured. “I know I’ve been distant. I know I
