Eliza Jaynes stood on the front steps of what was once their dream home – a four bedroom, Cape Cod in an upper class neighborhood. With her arms folded tightly across her chest, she stared blankly at her husband. She watched as Jack put the last piece of his furniture into the back of the truck. He gave the ropes and bungee cords a hard tug, double checking their security. Jack knew full well they were secure. He was buying time, trying to delay the inevitable.