Part Eighty-Three

Adara was quiet for a long time but I kept my mouth shut, knowing that she was trying to tell me how she felt without hurting my feelings. I could see her nervousness in her aura and I had thought that we were beyond that point.

“It’s not that I don’t like living there. I would just like a space of our own that I can decorate the way I want to. I don’t feel comfortable changing things in Malachi’s house, changing things that Karani decorated.”

“I’ll talk to Malachi when we get back home. I just assumed we’d always live there and we might have to for a while until we can build a house because I’m not living in town.”

“If you don’t mind …” She was unsure of my words thinking that I was saying it just for her benefit. She would revert back to her old self at random times and I hated that she felt she couldn’t voice her opinions or feelings. My hate for Ramos was very alive even if he wasn’t.

“Of course not. We probably should have had this conversation a while ago. I just never really th