Anastasia, Trevor, and Gavin, Thursday night.
Anastasia had pondered many things while standing in line at the Mocha and then some more at the grocery store, the least of which being her husband's odd actions the past few days. He showered all the time, stayed gone later and later, and was back to ignoring her again. There was a thick inkling of dread in her gut, a twist of certainty that told her subconcious exactly what was going on, but she couldn't bring herself to listen to it. Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, she wondered if he'd be there when she got home.