Love couldn't say she liked the way she was living much. She had her son, her precious Henry (or Forty), her bakery. But sometimes she felt like that was all she had.

Her marriage was in ruins, Joe spending more time doing who knows what. Well. She could already imagine what he was doing, but right now, Love didn't want to think about it, didn't want to feel any more angry than she already felt, any more frustrated than she already felt.

Her body thanked her with a few soft pops as she sat up.

It was morning, and Love had decided to kind of take a day off so she could spend more time with Henry. That's why she was where she was now, sitting on the couch. Henry in her arms, fast asleep, a show playing softly on the TV.

She should be relaxing today. She felt like she deserved this today. She didn't deserve the firm knock on her door that sounded in her entryway, that made Henry groan in his sleep but not wake up. Which she was grateful for.

But it went by quickly as she got up from the couch she had just sat on.

"For fuck's sake...."

She muttered, walking slowly and carefully so she could answer the door without waking Henry up.

She didn't even need to ask or say anything when she opened the door. Just you there told her that something hadn't gone as planned. She recognized you, just the look in your eyes told her why you were here, because that was the same look she saw when she had left after bribing the police not to investigate Joe or anything like that.

Damn. Didn't I bribe those assholes to stay away from me and my family?

That's great, a detective at her door. A fucking detective.

"Uh, good morning." She smiled tiredly, holding Henry closer than before. "What can I help you with?"