At this same time, on the other side of the house the knob on the front door was turning. Janine had returned home, tired from her trip. The twins were with their father and it was now quite late. However, she had gotten home earlier than usual because the girl's had not insisted that she get dinner with them as was the normal course of action. She set her purse down on the table next to the door.

She was tired in her body, but not in her mind. She was still mulling her actions from earlier in the week, although it usually happened deep in her subconscious where she...