He needed some time to himself. Something he could do where he wasn't scrubbing floors or looking after his wife.
After all, one hour sitting in a restaurant, enjoying a cup of coffee with bacon and eggs, and reading the morning paper for the first time in a month wasn't going to hurt anyone.
The first thing he noticed when he walked through the front door was the eerie silence. It unnerved him. Since he'd started back to work, upon his return every day by the sound of his wife sobbing somewhere in the house. More often than not, he found her in the nursery, which had been left untouched as if they still expected a daughter to be born soon.
The door creaked open, which, due to the variety of noises in the house—music, television, crying—he'd never noticed it do that before. He called ou
