<em>The rain just wouldn't stop.  Luckily the GPS was telling her where to go and that they didn't have much longer.  She'd heard the voices in the back seat and shakes her head.  <strong>Poor Emma...having to listen to him talk in his sleep again.</strong>  She thinks, eyes focused on the wet road.  Darren has never been a peaceful sleeper.  She'd learned through the years how to ignore and sleep through his fitful nights.  Her mind turns to the house they were going too and hopes it's up to par.  She'd let Darren arrange the entire trip.  She supposed he thought a little time in paradise would make up to the kids all the years of neglect.<br/><br/>She continues on in her bitter little world unaware and blissfully so.</em>