I smiled listening to Samuel sleep peacefully beside me. His breaths were steady and strong. Slipping my hand into his he squeezed it. I guess he wasn’t asleep. I let out a sigh and tried to wrap my head around what happened yesterday. I didn’t believe he could be guilty of such heinous crimes. Samuel, my Samuel, guilty? It just wasn’t possible. I relaxed, knowing he was beside me. I felt him tense up, his thoughts must have been where mine were.
“Morning,” I said glancing over at him. His face seemed frozen in a frown, the same frown he wore last night.
“Morning,” he said looking over at me. He gave me a smile, but it wasn’t genuine, his eyes were tired and sad.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He kissed my forehead. “I’m fine,” he said. I didn’t want to press him any farther; I know he has a
