CHAPTER 22
VINCENT
I watched the clock on the wall tick away in slow, well calculated movements, that being the only sound in the entire house. It was already nine thirty for goodness sake and Jenner was not yet home. I sat on the dinner table, one hand caressing my clean shaven chin and the other slowly tapping on the table. After the call with Bloom, I had finally summoned whatever was left of my sane mind and driven straight home, took a shower and shaved off the stubble on my chin. Heck, I even prepared dinner hoping it would even out the ground for me to probably apologize. It had been over an hour and my wife was still not home. Maybe she was held up in the hospital. What if I surprised her at work tonight?
With that thought in mind, I packed up dinner carefully, wore a warm, b
