She reached the door to their bedroom, and there Jim was standing At the window back to her. His hands in pocket. He stood still. As Jane entered the room, she noticed the atmosphere was strangely calm. There was a stillness to the air, a quietness that was so unlike Jim. Normally, he would have bombarded her with questions, but this time he seemed unusually composed.
Jim had been watching her from the window, waiting for her to arrive. He knew the moment she stepped out of the cab, Now, she was right behind him, and he turned towards her his eyes meeting hers. There was a smile on his face, but it was a smile unlike any Jane had seen from him before. It was almost unsettling, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she looked into his eyes.
Jane forced herself to smile back,
