He stared at me. His bright, golden eyes got lost in mine as he stood there, frozen. He seemed to almost be in a trance, unable to speak, or maybe he just didn't know what to say.
I finally took a step further into the room, "Carter, listen to me."
My husband only continued to stare at me. His emotions were clearly presented in his eyes, but there was only one, and it was so strong that anything else he felt was blocked out: devastation.
He rose to his feet, but he did not step towards me. His eyes were staring off into space, reminding me of Lucy when she would disappear into another world. I imagined that Carter was rather imagining himself as not being alive at all.
"Please, you have to listen to me. Do not push me away."
"There is nothing for you to say," he took another step back
