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One of the hardest things Catherine Black had ever done was to step over the threshold of the house on 1910 Ezekiel once more. It had taken a few days for her to muster up the courage. It had taken a few days for the crime scene to be fully examined and for the cleaners to come.
Frank had taken care of that detail, thank goodness. Catherine couldn't bear to think about the blood that must have stained the basement floor. The blood of a friend murdered while protecting Jordan and herself.
Their beautiful yellow house, their refuge... Now it was tainted. Polluted by the outside forces from which she'd hoped and prayed they were safe.
The thought had crossed her mind more than once in the past few days that a time would come when she couldn't live here anymore. As much as she hated to think about this, it seemed less and less likely that things could go on as they had before.
She loved her husband, but she hated his work and what it meant to their family. But she owed it to him to try and discuss the whole mess.
"What do we do, Frank?"
Frank had taken care of that detail, thank goodness. Catherine couldn't bear to think about the blood that must have stained the basement floor. The blood of a friend murdered while protecting Jordan and herself.
Their beautiful yellow house, their refuge... Now it was tainted. Polluted by the outside forces from which she'd hoped and prayed they were safe.
The thought had crossed her mind more than once in the past few days that a time would come when she couldn't live here anymore. As much as she hated to think about this, it seemed less and less likely that things could go on as they had before.
She loved her husband, but she hated his work and what it meant to their family. But she owed it to him to try and discuss the whole mess.
"What do we do, Frank?"