I decided the best way to get back at her was to visit our marital home and kick the crap out of something she’d liked. That wasn’t my first order of business, though. The main point of the trip was to go to pick up my savings. I wasn’t raised to trust banks. I was taught to have a roll of cash nearby and a packed suitcase just in case. Even during my marriage, I’d had a bag packed and hidden away. As I pulled my car onto the drive and looked at my house, my breath caught in my throat. The door was open. And Bobby was sitting on the step, waving at me. “They broke in, Eoin.” “Who? Who broke in?” “I don’t know who it was. They were gone when I got here.” “When was this?” “Last night, when I came looking for you.” “Wait, hang on, go over it for me.” I was in the house now, checking the hallway. I don’t know what I was expecting to see. “I was looking for you last night—” “What time was this?” “No, it wasn’t that late, would have been about nine, maybe half past.
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