It had been almost three weeks since he and his family had fled their home in that horrifying urgency. Jared stood now in his own bathroom with gold-plated fitted knobs and the sounds of Bach filling the air while he shaved off his stubble, recollecting the events that had transpired over the weeks. He caught the reflection of his expensive cotton robe hanging on his coat stand behind him. He could get used to this luxury, he thought. He knew the children loved it and he had never seen Tara and his mother so peacefully content before. He splashed his face with a handful of water, washing the foam off it. He raised his head, watching the droplets of water trickling down his chin as a myriad of thoughts ran through his mind. James wasn’t merely being nice because of his guilty conscience. He knew there had to be more to why he was putting up with the Ryders at his house. He turned to the side to get a glimpse of his newly developed accessory.
