Beep! Beep! Beep!The obnoxious sound of the alarm clock rattled Bree from her deep sleep, the song on the radio blaring at her as if it knew.
"Jesus, take the wheel. Take it from my hands, cause I can't do this on my own..."
She sighed and turned it off, lying on her back and closing her eyes. It was 6 a.m., and though she usually jumped out of bed at the sound of the alarm, this particular morning, she just wanted to lay there. Just a few days ago, she had begun to find peace again; begun to heal from her husband▓s unexpected death. And just a few days ago, she▓d found out that a man she▓d given her trust--and almost her hand in marriage--to, had murdered him. And in addition to bearing the guilt over Rex▓s death, she now bore another secret burden: the truth behind George Williams▓ death, and her son▒s threats to expose it. For the first time since she could remember, Bree Van de Kamp didn▓t know what to do. She had defied all morale and let a man die, and now, in the light of day, she wasn▓t even sorry. Half an hour later, she couldn▓t bring herself to lie there with her thoughts any longer, so she dragged herself out of bed and quickly got dressed. Soon, she was once again polished to outer perfection, though inside, she was concocting a plan. A way out. And halfway through baking a batch of blueberry muffins, it hit her how to attain it. Or rather┘retain it.