(Nick's POV)
I ended up sitting in that damn chair in the packhouse until three o'clock in the morning. It was only after the activity around me quieted down—leaving me by myself—that I finally decided to drag myself home.
Jenny and I have a small cottage near the packhouse. My grandparents used to live there until they died. My parents gave me the cottage when Jenny and I married. It's about a five-minute walk.
To my surprise, despite the late hour, Jenny was waiting for me in the living room when I walked in.
The first thing I noticed—other than the fact that she was awake—was that she had a large suitcase sitting next to her.
"Jenny, what are you still doing up?" I asked.
She stood up. "I've been waiting for you."
"Why?"
"Don't you think we need to talk?"
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. "Now?"
She nodded. "Yes, now."
"Can it wait until the morning? After we've slept a little?"
Jenny ignored my question. Instead, she asked one of her own.
