Shot through the heart
Jethro sat on the porch a beer in his hand. He supposed he hadn't wanted to see what was in front of him but the woman that was recovering had decided he wasn't allowed to bury his head in the sand. He had always thought he'd feel the kind of rage he felt when it had happened before but at the moment he didn't feel anything. A numbness was spreading through his body as he stared down at the ground. He knew he needed to talk to Jen he just wasn't so sure what he was going to say.