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It was half past two and there was a thunderstorm in her stomach. She had convinced Olivia she would eat the dinner she had brought to the room after she was done with some work but Joanne hadn't touched the food. Maybe she was being too stubborn, maybe she was taking advantage of her state of health but she really didn't care because her husband was being an asshole.
Joanne being Joanne, didn't understand why he was so frustrated about her - it hadn't crossed her mind yet that he wasn't angry at her. He was just so freaking scared of something happening to her. She was too dense in this particular department to come to that particular conclusion or understand why it was so.
Joanne poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue as she looked over at the untouc
