There sat a red and white, three story home on the very corner of a modest, middle class neighborhood clear on the outskirts of Cypress.The home wasn't as big as the occupants had desired, but at least it was as far away from the city's hustle and bustle as one could possibly get.

A perfectly manicured lawn and well paved driveway is where a 1975 maroon Camaro sat right beside a black 1977 Corvette.Both vehicles were awkwardly parked to where the walkway that led to the house was all but blocked off. If a person wanted to get into the house they would have to use the lawn as an alternative entrance.

On other side of the door was a well lived in dwelling; an oak mantle that supported various pictures of white family members, as well as vacation spots and wedding photos. However, the rest of the living room was rapidly becoming vacant with the passing of days. Gone were the two leather couches, love seat and coffee table that inhabited the area. Up and along the stairs was a loud thumping like that of a herd of humans chasing after one another.

Down the steps came a young, five month pregnant woman with a large box in her arms. In her condition such a strenuous task of carrying a sizable load should have been advised against, but she handled said duty with the stamina of a weight lifter until she reached the living room and simply dropped the box of clothes onto the hardwood floor.

"Julie, I told you I would carry everything out." Jeremiah came rushing after his wife down the stairs.

With a red scarf wrapped around her sweaty, freckled forehead, Julie took off her eyeglasses and said, "Oh, now you're concerned about my welfare?"

As soon as Jeremiah stepped onto the floor, he went for the box and rummaged through his clothing in a rush.

"Do you think your car can fit the rest of the boxes?" Julie huffed.

Standing back up, Jeremiah looked at the woman with disappointment in his sullen eyes. "Look...maybe we should—

"Oh, I almost forgot about those baseball cards of yours." Julie suddenly perked up. "I'll be right back."

But before she could take off, Jeremiah managed to grab her by the arm and halt her progression.

"We need to talk." He forcefully stated.

Julie just gradually pulled her arm from out of Jeremiah's grip before taking three ominous steps backwards like she were afraid of him.

"Let's just take a few minutes to talk this over." Jeremiah patted the air with his hands.

Appearing completely at ease, Julie stood and stared at Jeremiah in the most profound manner.

"Jeremiah, there really isn't anything that needs to be said at this point." She calmly specified.

"But I think there is."

Clasping her hands together, Julie asked, "Okay, okay, what would you like for us to talk about? How we're gonna divide up this house? Or how we're going to have custody of the baby?"

All Jeremiah could do was stand in the middle of the floor and break out into a feverish sweat in his undershirt, green and white hip-hugger shorts and Nike's.

"What is it you would like to talk about, Jeremiah?" Julie cocked her head. "Because to be perfectly honest, I think we've talked ourselves to death at this point."

"How can you stand there and say

doggy-style on our living room floor, I

that Julie wanted to break down and cry, but

soon stopped walking long enough to say, "I truly do believe that you and I need a break. I mean...I'm mad as hell, but with you, Jeri,

his knees from knocking, Jeremiah pointed at himself, "Me?

me, Jeri. All I want to

"How can you

father for the first

"Julie, it's neither you

Jeremiah began his own march back and forth across the

really think that I'm that naïve,

in the most confused way. "What are you

the man before saying, "Ever

Jeremiah

remember February?" Julie began to advance towards Jeremiah. "Ever since your patient went

his head before stepping over and sitting

Julie said in a composed voice, "Jeri, look in

to the box and sifted through all the clothes until he came to the very bottom. What his hand eventually made contact with was

contained a newspaper clipping of Isaac Mercer's death.

to say anything, but I always had a hunch all

box before getting up from off the stairs and proceeding to pace the

to talk to someone." Julie

"Oh, Julie, please." Jeremiah

you tried

"Yeah right, that's like talking with

to do!" Julie screamed. "Because whatever is happening was strong enough to cause you to cheat

the things

stay with someone who can't even talk

what made me do what I did with Justine! All I know is that...I don't know anything anymore!" Jeremiah

over and began repacking Jeremiah's clothes back into the box. "Did you happen to sleep with

in shock, Jeremiah

"Good, because the last thing any of us needs is to have one

like that, Julie?" Jeremiah became outraged. "I'm a professional.

and gave Jeremiah the most

to her aid."Is it

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