Coming into the house, Garrett knew that something was off. This mood was different than the one he'd left.
"Hannah," he called out, reaching down to pet Havock, who had immediately ran to him.
"In the living room." Her voice told him all he needed to know. She had definitely seen the pictures.
He walked into the room and looked down at where she lay on the couch. She looked sloppy in a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt. Her face was red, and he wanted to question if she had been crying, but he was scared to open the door with that question. If he asked and she answered, he might not like what she had to say.
"How's it going?" he asked, as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch, pulling her feet into his lap.
"Just relaxing."
It was a fake smile that she gave him, and
