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@likeason​ said: ❛   why   are   you   doing   this?   ❜

“What else is there to do?”

Jessica is on a veritable alphabet soup of pharmaceuticals, even more so than normal. Still, she stands tall, immaculately put together. Her eyes are dulled. But she is certain. What her husband--what Martin--did is. Abhorrent. If she is to be damned either way, then she may as well follow her conscience.

(And she will be damned either way. The court of public opinion has never met a woman it will exonerate.)

 “I can’t choose my work schedule, mom,” Eleanor tells her as she packs her back again. “I have to be in Berlin ASAP you don’t say no to job offers like this.” She looks at her mother for a moment before she goes back to packing. She feels bad she has seen her mother maybe once and hasn’t seen her father at all. “I’ll leave dad’s birthday present with you he’ll understand.”

Eleanor should have known her mother would figure it out, the woman knew them both too well. “It was just… it was just a fight with dad it’s no big deal.” She tells her mother trying to brush it off like it’s nothing. She hates fighting with her dad but she’s hiding too much, keeping everything bottled up. It has her on edge and so, of course, a fight would happen. “How are you mom? I left Milan Fashion Week early to be with you nothing else matters okay tell me how you are.”

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The soft voice made the detective jump slightly, quickly looking up from her desk and at the curly haired woman with a soft smile.  She liked it when Jackie came to the office.  There was always something comforting about it..maternal even.  Maybe that’s because the two came from the same side of the city, knew the ups and downs of living in the Bronx...knew how to be tough yet gentle.

“No not really...that’s okay though.  I need to keep my mind busy or I’ll start....thinking about thinks that I don’t want to think about.  Work is good for me, Gil keeps me busy.  Speaking of- he shouldn’t be too much longer.  I’m sure you’re ready to get home.”