Love to Hatred Turned: Scene 35

The afternoon was typical. On the drive back from the city, Jen let Sean know she intended to take the rest of the week off work. He immediately hit the roof, calling her inconsiderate and selfish, shouting about how much he hated having to have her drive him. He whined and yelled to where she gave in and said she would take him, anyway.

When they got home, Sean stormed into his room in a huff. Jen was relieved; the less she had to look at him, the better — being around him obviously more difficult that usual.

As the afternoon wore on, Jen continued to feel better, though still with little appetite and the occasional return of the sharp stomach pains. She laid down to take a nap, but her mind buzzed with the anticipation of a call from Detective Fabré.

He didn’t call when he got the warrant, but texted Jen instead. That was late afternoon, and he gave no indication when officers might come to execute it. All evening she was on tenterhooks waiting for a knock or the doorbell. When none came, she finally went to bed.

She slept poorly, so was glad to phone in sick. Her relief at Shelly’s continued understanding and gratitude for the support improved Jen’s mood. She needed the boost. The ride into the city was tense. Sean, still in a mood, was completely uncommunicative rather than his typical monosyllabic. Good…