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The street was quiet when we got home. The media circus and protestors had gone. Diane was excited to see us and clearly needed to go for a run.
“Oh, baby.” I held her face in my hands. She was my golden-furred angel. “I don’t have the energy to run right now.”
“I’ll take her,” Conor replied. “The exercise would do me some good.”
I clasped his hand. “Thank you.”
His smile lit up my heart. “Anything for you, love.”
When he returned thirty minutes later, I was half-dozing in bed, still in my clothes, body beyond exhaustion, mind numb. He lay beside me and met my gaze.
“Hey, wife.”
“Hey.” It was all I could manage. Not even a “Hey, husband.”
“All this rubbish will sort itself out.”
“I should have become a lawyer.”
“Why?”
“None of this would have ever happened. We would have had
