The first thing she did when she got home was throw the food into the trash can. Then, ignoring the pain in her stomach, she cooked a bowl of noodles for herself. She sat there, eating and crying, her mind replaying the moment she'd thrown the file at him. 'He must be in agony. He must hate my guts. He must have given up on me. He'll… he'll never love me again, will he?'
On top of that, she missed her two children desperately, leaving her completely dazed. After forcing down a few bites, she lay down on the sofa, still fully clothed. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the photos: pictures of her two children, of the two of them, and of their family of four.
She drifted off into a hazy sleep. If it weren't for a call from the police officer, Ivan Warren, she might have slept on the sofa until dawn. Ivan Warren was calling to ask about what had happened that day. He had been watching from the shadows and had seen her get into Sean Donovan's car.
