Caris led the way into the house with her back straight and her tear ducts bone dry. Even her earlier rage had dissipated into nearly nothing and at the moment, she felt strangely numb. She knew he wanted to talk but dealing with Malachi in this moment was not within her emotional abilities.
She made her way to the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator while Malachi let the dogs out of their crates and into the back yard. She found the fixings for a sandwich and then noted she hadn’t washed her hands yet. As she studied them, her eyes focused on the countless thorns she’d collected. She’d have to deal with those before she could get to eating.
She was making her way up to their shared bathroom where her tweezers were in her make-up bag when she heard Malachi come back in the hous
