Thomas simply let out a soft sigh because he did know.
Lena's expression was grim as she fished through the pockets of Thomas' soiled jeans until she found the money he had referred to. A folded twenty-dollar bill had been tucked into the left front pocket. Lena crumpled it up and hurled it across the kitchen before roughly opening the small cupboard where they kept plastic bags and placing the clothes inside one of the bags. Finally, she washed her hands at the sink, scrubbing her skin harder than she probably needed to.
When she finally collapsed into a chair beside Jamie, she was fighting back tears again. "Me too," she finally said. "It feels like...it should be a relief he's home, but we can't breathe just yet."