Fat snowflakes started to fall from the sky as you stepped out into the cold winter air. Reid, your husband, had gone out to shovel the snow, maybe because he didn’t want to talk to you. But then again, he never wanted to talk to anyone.

Walking around the edge of your house, you see Reid standing in the snow where your lawn is supposed to be. His back was turned, so you quietly approached behind him as you realized he was playing in the snow and making a snowman like he was a child again.