Back at home, I tried to interest Mark in the daily routines of life. When I asked him if he was ready to go back to work, the most I got out of him was, “Not yet.”
Although it pained me to return to work myself and leave him, I had little choice. I’d used up most of my holiday time, and I thought it best to hold back a few days just in case. So the Monday morning following Roy’s funeral saw me leaving Mark still asleep in bed.
I rang him at home a couple of times during the morning, but there was no reply. I hoped he’d gone into the garden, or taken himself for a walk somewhere. When I asked him about it that night he simply shrugged and said he hadn’t heard the phone ring.
The rest of that week dragged by, with little improvement in Mark’s mood. Dr Holloway had told us she was always
