Over the last month my wife had been acting a little odd. I thought it was cabin fever.

She wasn't used to staying in the house so much. At first she made excuses, saying she needed

to go to the shops to buy milk. I told her we had enough. She said she had to get some

just in case. When I kept questioning her she turned her attention to the dog, taking

him for so many walks he visibly pulled on his lead wanting to stay in. Told her that

it was hard for both of us. They knew she missed work. To be honest, I don't know how

she did it in the first place. Being a forensic scientist, being around all that death.

I thought a little time away would be good. She said to me once she thought the dead

were her best friends. As you could talk as much as you liked and they never answered

back. Then two weeks ago she stopped going out, stopped making excuses. But also stopped

speaking to me. When I tried to talk to her over breakfast, she'd be in a faraway

land and would only acknowledge me when I called her name several times.

Daren, she then said, with that twang that meant she wanted to ask her really big favor.

Here was. This was the reason for the silent treatment. And to be fair, I would have agreed

with almost anything she had to say right then. If it would bring back my life. My Sarah.

Yeah. I replied, bracing myself. The lab called today. They want me to work on a project.

That's wonderful news. I said, I was more than happy for her to go back to work. Get her

in some sort of routine. So one of us didn't end up killing the other. It's a work from

home kind of thing. Oh. She saw my shoulders physically deflate. I tried to placate her.

You'd like to be busy again, wouldn't you? Yeah, yeah, yeah, she said. Her face brightened.

That was the first time I realized that she hadn't been washing her hair. I surprised

I hadn't noticed earlier. I'm so pleased though with her excitement. Do I get to know

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