Isabel turned off the car with a soft sigh. Another work day over. She collected her things and went inside, grateful as always that her work let her out earlier than the typical nine to five job. It give her time to relax a little before she began to prepare dinner for when her husband Will got home.<br/><br/>Their daughter Jordan was sometimes home this time of day, though she was often with her boyfriend Mark--a nice enough boy, though of course in Isabel's biased opinion, no one would ever be good enough for Jordan.<br/><br/>Isabel began to take things out of the cupboard and the fridge, starting water boiling and setting out ingredients for pasta sauce. She hummed softly as she began to cook.