Jessi spent the rest of Saturday and Sunday hovering between being alright and losing her mind. She tried to eat but just couldnt bring herself to cook anything, or to face the wall of casseroles in the fridge.
At one point she found herself in the bedroom staring at a spot on the floor. It was at the end of the bed, although there was nothing to mark it, to render it unique from any other place on the hardwood. It was simply the designated spot where Jessi had presented herself to Graham every evening at precisely 7:00 p.m. for the last eight years.
Mechanically, she removed her clothes and placed them in the hamper, taking the folded green throw from the wingback chair in the corner, and placing the blanket on the floor. Opening a drawer in Grahams dresser she removed a black leather collar and its matching lead, fastening the collar around her neck and kneeling on her spot.