Since they had left the office early, Joyce found a lot of time on her hands today.
Usually she would be home by seven in the evening, but today it was only six. The rush-hour had taken them 40 minutes to come home, but it had also brought her home relatively earlier than usual.
She was sitting on the bed of the room that she shared with Adrian. Somehow, still hesitating to call the bedroom her own even though most of the stuff was here, just how she would place it. But that was the thing, she did not place anything in the room, it was placed for her, by someone else's observation.
Adrian was not home, not that she expected him to be but she had somehow expected Daphne to talk to her and now that was no longer an option.
Charles was out, so was Margaret.
She literally had no one to talk to… except one person.
