Hannah stood at the sink and began washing dishes. Her beautiful face had held a frown that deepened the lines around her mouth during supper. A quiet demeanor replaced her usual talkative personality. She listened as her children discussed their day, but she had very little to say about hers. Something was wrong, and he had to find out what it was. Josh pushed his chair back from the table and crossed to the sink, where Hannah was scrubbing a dish with such vigor that he thought it might break in half. “Hannah.” She jumped when he spoke. “I’m sorry, Joshua. I didn’t hear you come up behind me.” “You seem upset about something.” “I’m fine.” She averted her eyes by studying the already clean pot she continued to scrub. “I’d like to talk to you alone.” He looked at the girls, who were busy talking while cleaning the table. “Maed, can you take over the kitchen duties while I speak to your mamm in private?”
