Susan Jordan awakens at her Santa Fe
apartment, cloudy and disoriented. Her
clothing is unfamiliar. Where has she
been? Her nose crinkles as she smells his
scent. Jack's back! Rubber filled legs brace
against the stone cold tile floor as she
reaches for the pile of mail haplessly
setting on the table. Dozens of letters!
Jack Monroe never stops. Susan wishes he
would just leave, take his advice and go
back to Detroit. He's gaining too much
control! He's taking over!