There were moments when Jenna felt she might be losing her mind. How could something that wasn’t even physical hurt so much? The ache of it, the sheer torment of what her own thoughts were doing to her, never mind what Jack was doing, was such agony at times that she almost wanted to die rather than endure any more.Somehow she’d forced herself through the weekend, mainly thanks to her mother and Bena, and yesterday morning she’d managed to get Josh and the twins ready for school and had arranged their lunches, pickups, and social extras without them seeming to notice anything was wrong. She had told them that their father had gone to stay with Grandma Moore for a few days, and Jack had accepted that, apparently understanding that she wasn’t yet ready to tackle what his departure was going to mean to them. It was true, she wasn’t, though she couldn’t deny that a part of her reason for delaying was to give him time to change his mind.So far he’d shown no sign of it, had hardly even been in touch since he’d gone, but as Bena kept reminding her, it was still early days.
