LOGINJeff 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?
Claire told Eunice she had an errand to run before work and drove to the cemetery while the morning was still cold and the roads were quiet.She found his stone without needing to look at the map on her phone because she had memorised the row and the position from the one time she had come before, in secret, in the early days after she came back to the city, when she had stood here for ten minutes and then left because she hadn't known what to say but she knew what to say now.She stood in front of the stone and the cold came through her coat but she didn't move.Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stood there staring at the headstone, "I am grateful for everything you did for me but I have to say that you had no right." She choked out, her voice came out low and tight. "You knew how much being separated from him meant to me yet...." She stopped to take a deep breathThe cemetery was quiet around her, only her ragged breathing could be heard."I built five years of my life on being







