I wake up with a start and thankfully the littles are all still sleeping. I stuff pillows around them and once I see them snuggling the pillows and am sure that they won't wake up, I go to find Grey.. and I cannot find him anywhere. I double-check all the rooms and the bathrooms and he's nowhere to be found. I close my eyes and sigh. What is my husband up to? He knows we don't step out. We might not get infected by the virus, but what if we carry it and the littles get it? I try his cell phone and it's switched off. Why is he trying to get under my skin? I open a bottle of beer and make myself a sandwich. I then, sit quietly and reflect on the past few days, weeks, and months that we've been spending together inside the house. Is he getting fed up with being around us all the time? Does he
