The days followed a familiar pattern. Breakfast, work, home, dinner. There was a stillness in the house, a silence that felt like a relief after so many weeks of fighting and shouting. No raised voices, no harsh words, just a quiet that felt almost eerie.
The words between Jane and Jimmy were few and far between. They communicated in short, curt sentences, their words clipped and perfunctory. They had grown apart. Very apart.
It was a chasm that's seemed impossible to bridge and Sasha could sense it. All three of them, they sat in stony silence at the dinner table .
She could also sense that Jane hadn't told her husband about her pregnancy. What on earth was she waiting for and why hadn't Jim been observant enough to notice the physical changes in his wife?
They finished dinner, Jane
