Jarrod's POV:
I spend a sleepless night in the spare room. Before the sun rises, I decide to give up trying to sleep, climbing out of bed I go in search of coffee. On the way past, I consider entering our bedroom. I'd be able to sleep if I joined her in there. Except I know that right now I'm not welcome.
Walking into the living room, I'm surprised to find her wrapped in a blanket, asleep on the sofa. More than anything I want to curl up next to her and fall asleep but I'm pretty sure she's probably still angry so instead I wander through to the kitchen to make coffee.
I stretch my right hand. It's a little sore but it's nothing I can't handle. I shouldn't have punched him. Then again that's pretty obvious. I knew that before I hit him. I was d*mn lucky.
The police gave us both a telling off, but chances are nothing will come of it and then he was carted off for breaking his bail conditions. They told me they would need to consider their options.