Sabrina fidgeted under their incredulous gazes. For a moment dead silence reigned in her living room as all the various creatures stared at her.
"I know, it's just a house, not worth our lives." If Mark was a real husband, instead of a pretend one and if they'd had a normal relationship where they got to know each other, she could've told him of the turmoil of her earlier childhood.
When her father moved them all here for a short time, everything had changed. For that time, they'd become a family. Maybe Mark knew all that, came across it when he played about in her mind. She didn't care what the others thought, but she wanted him to understand.