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A nightmare. This whole thing had to be a nightmare. Any minute she’d sit up in bed and blink into the darkness, and realize everything was fine, Jeff was fine, that she’d had a horrible dream born of her anxiety about taking him the divorce papers.
Problem was, she knew this wasn’t a nightmare. This was reality, her sitting in the back seat of a patrol car while she was being taken home, the nice cop — Manning — behind the wheel, while his decidedly not-so-friendly partner followed them in her Jetta. Not to relieve her of the stress of driving, though. No, Lopez was going to take her car to the police station so they could check it for evidence. She’d wanted to protest, but realized they were only doing their job. If she really decided to go to work after all, she’d call an Uber or so
