Jane slowly closed the bathroom door and released a breath of relief when she noticed Rick was still out. The sun was slowly peeking over the horizon when she returned, and he was usually back by then. As if the universal was listening, the door to the room opened. She quickly ran to the bed and got under the covers. She counted in her head to help slow her breathing. She didn't want anything to set him off.

Jane heard the door close and could hear him going to the bathroom. She could tell he was drunk by the dragging of his feet. Maybe this was her lucky day. Usually,...