There were no secrets anymore between Kagome and Inuyasha. But the lies were still there. They were everywhere, all the time. It was like the lies had multiplied, now that Inuyasha had been swallowed up in them. Kagome felt guilty for this, too. Willing or not, he had become her accomplice in all this. She

Time wore on. Although things were strained at first, after a few days Kagome and Inuyasha settled into a domestic routine. Ironic as it was, these were easily the most harmonious days of their marriage. There were no longer any secrets between them. No longer any expectations. They were comrades again, living under one roof.

Kagome didn’t know what to do. What to think. Distantly she perceived that she was still reeling from that night when she’d blurted out Sesshoumaru’s name in the grips of her unconscious passion, and the whole ugly truth had finally come out. She seemed to observe as if from afar, as if from outside of

Inuyasha’s words reverberated like noise in her skull— You were in over your head with him. You always were. Kagome’s face fell. She shook her head to clear it. “…I don’t understand you. What are you trying to say?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Inuyasha said with a shrug. “Sesshoumaru used you. He took advantage of you

Heart pounding, Kagome glanced back down the hallway toward Shin, who was with her brother and grandpa in the den. Whether her son had detected Inuyasha’s arrival or not, it clearly wasn’t a concern to him. In wide-eyed amazement, he stood glued with his face about an inch from the glaring television, his little hands

The next few days were ones of muddled relief for Kagome. After telling the full truth to her mother, her soul felt lighter—almost dizzyingly light, at times. But she couldn’t stop her anxious mind from asking, What next? And, What’s happening in Edo? It was a balm to her heart, spending time with her family.

Kagome bowed her head, squeezing her mother’s hand tight. Tears dripped from her face to the table. The mixture of pain and relief she felt overwhelmed her. Now someone else apart from herself knew the whole story. Even Sesshoumaru hadn’t known the full extent of her marital difficulties with Inuyasha. She’d never confessed that to

It was a while before Kagome gathered the wherewithal to pull herself back from her mother’s embrace. Straightening and swiping at her wet sticky face, she was thankful that it was still dark out, so that her mother wouldn’t see just how much of a trainwreck she was— For the moment, anyway. Holding onto her

Kagome glanced down at Shin, now in his human form. In her arms he was quiet and tense. His blue eyes met hers, wide and terrified. She didn’t know whether it was because of Inuyasha or her or the magic of the well—maybe it was all of the above—but she rocked him in her arms

How long? The words clanged in Kagome’s skull like a funeral gong, sounding above the desperate pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. In a fleeting moment of sheer panic, she glanced toward the crib. Inuyasha’s piercing gaze followed hers—snapping to Shin where he stood in his hanyou form, staring at them with his