[Truth plot]
Stretching her arms over her head with a yawn, Jill headed down the path toward the Compound, feeling a bit better than she had for the past few weeks. It wasn't that the pain of Bob's disappearance had abated at all, just that it had faded to the background and only seemed to rear up every now and then. It hurt, it probably always would, but at least she managed a smile or two for the people she knew.
The kitchen was blissfully empty when she headed inside and went straight for the coffee maker, knowing she needed at least one cup of that this morning before she really talked to anyone. Jill was always better after coffee and so she turned, leaning against the counter as she took a long drink from her cup.
Today could be a good day. She could manage that and while the only thing might not be perfect, it could be a good day. Bob wouldn't want her to be miserable.
Neither would David.
The kitchen was blissfully empty when she headed inside and went straight for the coffee maker, knowing she needed at least one cup of that this morning before she really talked to anyone. Jill was always better after coffee and so she turned, leaning against the counter as she took a long drink from her cup.
Today could be a good day. She could manage that and while the only thing might not be perfect, it could be a good day. Bob wouldn't want her to be miserable.
Neither would David.