Jack was on the couch, feeding Aubrey. She watched him warmly, her small hands resting on the bottle. His hand was steady and she was propped against the arm of the sofa, his hand brushing through her hair.
She watched him, and couldn't help but sniffle slightly. "I'm sorry for coming.. I'm sorry for what I said."
"Nothing," she replied, taking a breath to regain her senses. "I just want you to realize that I am not the bad guy here."
"I'm not act like you are! You literally interrogated me and Elyse and picked who you believed more. Every time you look at me I feel like there's hatred there. So what am I supposed to think? I'm the bad guy for not wanting my family to get hurt? Neither of us had a choice, here. I know I hurt you. I know. So what am I supposed to say? What do I do?"
“You left. You told me you would never leave, and then you left us. You left her. Forgive me for being suspicious when you return.” His voice was cold and quiet, the sarcasm evident in his tone.
She took a step toward him. "I had to. I had to, Jack. I would never leave if I didn't have to. Would you rather have Knox know about You? Know your location? I couldn't have that."
He shied away from her, picking up Aubrey. “We’re going to bed. You’re welcome to stay the night, if you want, but we’re going to bed.”
