A few days passed by, taking up part of the two months Deucalion had with Allison. He tried to stay optimistic, but in the back of his mind, he just couldn't help the images of his wife and son lifeless in a hospital room, bloody and broken.
"Deucalion? Baby? Are you okay?"
Her voice had him blinking back into reality. Her small palm rested against his shoulder. He looked down into her worried green eyes. "Sorry. Were you trying to say something?"
"Just that they finished moving our stuff out of the house. Everything is cleared out." Her eyes were still worried. "Are you sure you're okay? You haven't been sleeping much."
Not sure what to say to her, he sank down on the unfamiliar couch and looked around the small apartment in the rec cabin that was now their home until the new house wa
