Five Years Ago
There is a knock at the door and Jenny turns from stirring the soup she is making. But without waiting for a reply, the door bursts open and Mrs Bennett strides into the kitchen, her face red.
“Why is my son sleeping on the couch?” she demands.
Jenny colours up.
“And how long has this being going on?” continues the furious woman. “It’s been months since the wedding. I was worried about you. There I was wondering if perhaps we should have the doctor look at you, and I come in early to find Chad sleeping downstairs.”
“I….” Jenny’s eyes are swimming.
But Mrs Bennett keeps talking. “And when I took a look around….” She slams open a side drawer which contains underclothes, a washbag and a towel. “…. All his things are down here. He is quite clearly not sleeping upstairs. Wh
