LOGIN____...“I said that she thinks I killed her.”Elliot stared at his friend’s asshole husband like he had gone crazy. “That is exactly what I am trying to say! She is pregnant. And stressed. She probably had a nightmare of you killing her. It does not mean that she has lost her mind.” He pointed an accusing finger toward the man, convinced that he was trying to deem his Joey unsound of mind. “Don’t you think for a moment that you can say that Joey is out of her mind or delirious or something. I will shoot your brain off!” Reagan was still in shock from his wife’s outburst, but he also reflected on how he was such an idiot for having missed this obvious brotherly protectiveness of Elliot towards Joanne before. Elliot had shown his aggression and distaste towards Reagan multiple times in the past, and every single time, he had reciprocated by saying hateful things to Joanne about the ‘man who loved her most’. He was such an idiot. And an asshole.Reagan took a deep breath. "It doe
____...Joanne hated the predicament that she was in. She was pissed at God. He should have oriented her or given her a user manual on how to navigate going back in time. She did not know whether this was an alternate reality, or a butterfly effect, or if he was just playing differently. And without knowing that, how could she ever trust anything that he would say? But her getting mad at his every movement was not going to help her attain her goal. She really needed to rein in her temper. She just needed to do it. But how was she supposed to do that? Even though she was back in the past, the trauma and terror of her brutal murder were still fresh in her mind. How was she supposed to bounce back from it so quickly?Should she just come clean to Elliot? Maybe knowing that he knew and having someone to share the grief and sorrow would help?Elliot would think she was crazy, but honestly, who else was she supposed to depend on? She had no one. Her family acted like she didn’t exist,
____...“It’s not rocket science.” Elliot was confident. “It has to be Serena since she is the one who told you.” Joanne chewed on her lip. She did not want to say anything against Serena Cole. For all she knew, Reagan could get back with his ex-girlfriend any day now. And when that happens, she did not want him coming after her for badmouthing him. “We don’t know that.” She said finally.The two men looked at her like she was crazy. “We do have circumstantial evidence.” Elliot rolled his eyes. The waitress arrived with two mugs of black coffee, a huge glass of peach iced tea and two strawberry scones. “You gentlemen sure you don’t want anything else?” The teenager asked politely. The two shook their head no while Joanne happily dug into the cake. “You need to watch it, Joey. You could end up with that pregnancy diabetes that Hannah had.” Elliot was overprotective as usual.Joanne shook her head, closing her eyes in ecstasy as the fruity sweetness hit her taste buds. Of all th
____...Joanne felt miserable. She knew that Reagan had left the apartment in the middle of the night, just half an hour after they had gotten back. And she had not heard him come back in. What was worse? He had not informed her. But why should he?Joanne smacked her face with a pillow and screamed into it. She could have asked him where he was the previous night during breakfast, but she could not pluck up the courage to ask him. And then he had received a phone call and excused himself to his study before leaving abruptly for work. That had left the pregnant woman unhappy and filled with doubts and questions. She took a deep breath. “Why the hell do I even care?” She asked herself, sitting up, hitting the pillow on her lap once. “Well, I do want to know if he went out to plan my murder, but other than that, I do not want anything to do with any of this.” She was somewhat in denial of her treacherous emotions. She quite suddenly shoved the pillow to the side and got up, t
____ . . . Joanne stared at the ceiling. It was a bright sunny day and she felt miserable. She had spent the night with a churning stomach and emptied the contents of her food truck forage in the middle of the night. And she knew that Reagan was not home. "What is wrong with you?" She whined into a pillow. "You know he does not care. And more importantly, you should not care about him." She blamed the hormones for the way she felt. But she would be damned if she acted on her bizarre feelings. She let out a loud sigh of resignation. "Hungry, babe?" She patted her flat tummy. "Wanna eat some banana pancakes?" Joanne slowly got off the bed, aware of the queasy feeling in her stomach and the light-headedness. She did her morning ablutions and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of pancakes and sound of the juicer attacked her senses. Joanne had not slept well last night, or so she had thought. She had heard Reagan leave but had not been aware of his return. Dread fil
____ . . . Reagan was the next in line to order when his phone rang.One ring.His hand was halfway into his coat pocket when it stopped.He retrieved his hand a bit before whipping around to locate Joanne, pulling his phone out.The missed call was from her. But Joanne was seated where he had left her, tapping at her phone, looking relaxed.Maybe she had dialled his number by mistake.He scowled at the smile on her face. He hated to think that she was texting Elliot even though he had become completely sure that there was nothing going on between the two of them.He hurried to place his order and kept looking over his shoulder. She was there, typing away.He grabbed the food tray and stomped over, feeling grumpy when he had no reason to be.He was mentally scolding himself for acting out in front of his pregnant wife.“Tada. You want something else?” He surprised himself with his cheeriness.“I do.” Joanne dragged the tray to her side. “But after I am done with this.” She was very
____...“So she knows it's a boy?” Reagan asked as he sipped on the over-sweetened mojito that went straight to his brain. He winced as he placed the blue food-dyed drink down. Joanne nodded, though all she really wanted was to overturn the mojito on his head. She did not like him here. She di
____ . . . Joanne had not gained a single pound. In fact, she was suspecting weight loss. But all her dresses felt uncomfortable. She had not felt this way back in the past. She guessed maybe it was because she was so used to maternity wear that wearing a fitted dress was making her both
____ . . . “You had to see the blood. So much blood. I will send you all the juicy pics as soon as it is made legal to release.” Reagan stared at Sergeant Elliot Grady. He was a homicide detective. He had no problem talking gore. What stunned him was how interested Joanne was in the stories.
____ . . . Joanne bit into her nails as she thought of all the possible reasons for Reagan’s sudden metamorphosis. The top two reasons she could find were: brain injury and deception. The latter was more likely. She had locked herself up in her room, after resolving just this morning







