“I don’t care what he says,” Naomi snarled from her end of the barn. “Don’t expect me to sing kumbaya and hold hands. As far as I’m concerned, our relationship doesn’t have to extend beyond this stupid house. He’s planning on ditching us, anyway, remember? No need to play happy family.”

Loren let the vitriol fly unchallenged. Anger still simmered within her—though she could admit that mixed within Naomi’s ranting was some small shred of truth. Either way, she lacked the energy to fight. Bill’s plea might have been partly responsible, that and the overwhelming exhaustion she could feel lurking just beyond her own consciousness. It seemed crazy to even think as much, but… Could it be his? What he felt?