My husband and I sat staring at each other across the room. The smile from his laughter still played on his lips and that gave me strength, I think.
“Don't worry, my love” I said, “We'll get through this.” I poured us both another drink and smiled as he took a gentle slip.
The back of my mind was waiting to hear the front door close, but the sound never came.
“Is everything alright, Robert?” I shouted into the hallway. After a few seconds of no reply, I stood to go and check. Then I heard voices.
