ログインClaire had read the folder so many times until she knew every page of it, every document, every letter Richard had submitted on her behalf and every counter argument the prosecution might raise, every piece of evidence that pointed to extraordinary circumstances.She sat at the kitchen table at ten o'clock at night and read it all again because reading it felt like doing something and doing something felt better than sitting with the fear.Adrian was in bed.The house had settled into its night sounds and the kitchen was quiet and the folder was spread across the table and Claire's cold cup of tea was sitting beside it. She was on the third page again when the knock came at the door.She looked up at the wall clock.It was ten o'clock.She went to the door and opened it to see Jeff standing on the step with his hands in his coat pockets, the street behind him dark and quiet."I saw your light on." He said as a way of explanation and Claire looked at him."You drove past my house?" She
Jeff moved his things out two days before Irene was discharged.He didn't take much because he didn't want much, just his clothes and his personal documents and his grandfather's letter which he kept in his jacket pocket and a photograph of Zane from his desk at the office and that was enough.He sat on the edge of Zane's bed the morning he left and Zane sat across from him in his pajamas with his hands in his lap and his face very still."I'm moving to an apartment buddy." Jeff said. "You'll come stay with me very soon."Zane was quiet for a moment."What about Mama?" He asked and Jeff regarded him for a moment."Mama stays here." He replied."But she just came home from the hospital and her head still hurts." Zane cried."I know." Jeff replied and carefully took both Zane's hands in his. "I'm sorry buddy that it has to be this way.""She can't be alone Daddy." Zane said withdrawing his hands from Jeff. "She doesn't have anyone else."Jeff looked at his son's face and the set of it a
The ambulance came in six minutes.Jeff stood at the foot of the stairs with his phone pressed to his ear and his eyes fixed on Irene's face where she lay completely still and his other hand reached up and found Zane's small shoulder on the third step and stayed there because Zane had not moved from that spot since his mother fell.The sound of her head hitting the edge of the staircase was still sitting in Jeff's ears and for a moment, Jeff feared that she wouldn't survive.For Zane's sake, he prayed that she didn't die.The paramedics came through the front door and Jeff stepped back and pulled Zane with him.They stood against the wall and Jeff kept his hand on his son's shoulder and watched the two men work over Irene with the calmness of people who had seen everything and were surprised by nothing.Zane was completely still under Jeff's hand.Jeff looked down at him.His son was watching the paramedics with his arms wrapped around himself and his face had gone completely white as
Jeff walked through the front door at half past nine and the house smelled like her perfume and expensive candles and something underneath both of those things that he had never been able to name but had always made him feel like a guest in his own home.He wrinkled his nose as he hung his coat on the hook.He hadn't been home for two days, since the night he read Howards letter because he had needed some time alone to process it and now he knew exactly what he wanted to do.Irene was on the couch with her wine and her silk robe, her legs crossed and her face arranged into the particular expression that showed she was already going paranoid because he hadn't come back home for days."Jeff, where have you been?" She asked as she came close to him with her wine glass still in her hand."I've been worried sick." She said and hugged him.Jeff's eyes widened in surprise, what was she up to now?"You've been gone for days and have you heard? Matt was the one who wanted Claire and Adrian dea
Claire moved around her kitchen, her mind on Paul's reaction after she broke up with him the previous day.How could he call her trash? She sighed.He might be angry but he had no right to speak to her in that tone."I guess he's not that much of a good man after all." She mumbled.The call came while Claire was in the middle of making Adrian's lunch.She had her back to the counter and the bread was out, the peanut butter was open and her phone was buzzing on the counter beside the knife.She almost didn't answer it because Adrian was asking from the living room whether she had seen his blue robot piece and she was trying to remember where she had last seen it.She picked up without looking at the screen."Ms Clark?""Yes.""This is Detective Morris. I wanted to inform you that we've made an arrest in connection with your accident."Claire set the knife down."The mechanic, Joseph Kirby, has given a full confession." Detective Morris continued. "He has confirmed that Matthew Richards
Claire sat in her car on the street outside the cemetery still reeling from Jeff's kiss.She could see Jeff in her rearview mirror still standing at the gate with his hands in his coat pockets and she made herself look away from him because looking at him right now was not helping her think clearly and she needed to think clearly.Her phone rang.Paul.She felt a pang of guilt as she stared at his name on the screen for two rings and then answered."Claire." His voice was warm and easy. "I've been thinking about you all morning."Claire closed her eyes, she wasn't doing Paul any justice, he is a good man with pure intentions towards her but it's so unfortunate that her heartbeat doesn't skyrocket at the sight of him, she doesn't get a warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach at the sound of his voice.She would be delusional if she thought she could ever fall in love with him and it's not fair making him think that way."I'm back from the state and I'm dying to see you, are you free tonight?







