Chapter 11 The Turmoil In His Heart

• Declan stood with his hands on his hips in front of the wardrobe in his bedroom. His bedroom. In his own house, not his parents' place. The work clothes he'd left at his parents' house were running low, so he had no choice but to come home and pick up a few more outfits. But the moment he'd arrived the night before, his frustration had only grown when he saw the pile of dirty clothes beside the washing machine.
• Usually, Sarah took care of all of this. She sorted everything that needed to be washed, ironed, or neatly put away in the wardrobe. But now?
• Oh, shit.