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Chris paced the room, wringing her hands, the nervous energy overwhelming her. She picked up the notebook and tried to focus on what was written there but her own emotions were making it hard to do so.

It doesn't make sense.

She thought at first, maybe it was the liquor or maybe drugs but he hadn't been that drunk and he hadn't been high either.

He had been off all night. It wasn't anything big, at least not till the end of the evening, but there had been something that she couldn't quite pinpoint. Something that had made her uncomfortable being with him. Something she had never felt before.

Maybe it's nothing. You did hit him, maybe that's what pissed him off...

No. Jack had never been angry enough to treat her like that. "You fucking bitch." Even when he thought she might have hurt Kim, he still hadn't laid a hand on her.

Chris looks down on the page, reading her father's notes on Rhalen. She was wary but she would have to talk to him again to find out if this was a compulsion.

I should have asked that sooner. I should be doing this now instead of hiding in my room...

A knock on the door interrupts her thoughts.