Jess Garrett had been in a revolting mood all day. It began when she was roused at one am by a car door slamming and two girls hurrying past the house, screaming at one another. The music from the party up the street had thudded for several hours before that. Mercifully Cara had stirred and resettled. Aaron on the other hand was completely oblivious to the racket outside and continued snoring. Once awake, Jess hadn’t been able to switch off again – her mind so attuned to listening out for her baby daughter. When she’d finally succumbed to exhaustion, the night allowed her only another hour’s sleep before dissolving into dawn, along with its squawking birds. Aaron dismissed her sluggishness with a shrug and a ‘you’ll be right’, before heading out for a round of golf at Shorncliffe as he did
