Chapter 31 Her Fault

• MARTHA’S POV
• I sat on the worn couch in the living room, my fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest as I watched Silas move about the house with obvious purpose. He was getting ready to go out…again. Always leaving, always running somewhere else, anywhere but here with me.
• The sound of keys jingling, the rustle of his jacket, the way he checked his phone with a slight smile… it all grated on my nerves. He was probably going to see her. Or thinking about her. He was always thinking about her.