Grinning, she grabbed the remote and shifted her body on the couch, only wincing slightly at the pain in her bladder; Peanut tended to think it was funny to kick her, often. "Stop that," she muttered after swallowing her mouthful of cereal and flipped the TV to a different channel. There was nothing on. Absolutely nothing.
They hadn't talked much, not since he came back and freaked out about her, Emma and Peanut. She wanted to know what had happened, what had really happened.