Suburbia 1.15 and 1.16

Chapter 15: Breakfast
When Ina entered the kitchen Peter was sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in front of him.
He looked like hell.
His eyes were bloodshot, with bags big enough to carry groceries.
Peter. Pete. He thought he was so smart. That he was pulling a quick one on her.
Think again, she thought. He was up to something. Probably another woman.
How typical.
"Morning sweetie." Peter looked up from his coffee.
"Morning." She walked to the coffee pot.

Chapter 16: Alone With Ones Thoughts...
Ina sat in the now empty kitchen.  The exchange between her and her husband had been brief. 

No different then usual. 
She had to wonder if he was thinking about the same things she had been. 

She sipped her cooling coffee, hardly noticing the bitter taste.  Her mind was elsewhere. 

She had an idea, a theory to prove, but she needed a plan.  She needed to ensure that if what she was about to do ever came to light she was protected.  This was the suburbs.  People are always watching.  Forget the NSA, her neighbors were worse. 

Still, she knew that there was no turning back.  Not now.  Not after Jack.