I take Bea to school in the morning and then take my grocery list to the store to restock the pantry with the money Phoenix left me for food and supplies. After putting Bea to bed last night, I spent hours meticulously making a routine, planning meals, and making lists. Getting back to the house with heavy paper bags under each arm, I hoist them onto the counter and glance toward the stairs for signs of Jack. I hear nothing, so I assume he’s gone. Being alone in the house has me on edge. Not knowing if he’s really up there or not. Not knowing if he’ll just come down and berate me for something
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