When front door slamming can be heard from gardening in the back yard, there's an issue. Brushing dirt of her hands, Christine stands, quickly going inside and through the house.
"What?!" He shouts in her direction. He's panting slightly and not really seeing who it is. He's just so angry right now. Damn shrinks think they know everything.
She winces at that, but moves on anyway. It was like echolocation. At least she knows where he is now. Finding him still in the front entrance, she stands in the doorway, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Jack notices her watching but ignores her. It was a good job she was blocking the stairs and the lift or he'd be up in the top floor for the next week. Instead, he headed in the other direction, to something he could punch.
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