It was evening. The silence of the house was broken only by the soft whisper of the wind outside. You stood on the terrace, watching as the city lights slowly blended into the night. The evening was beautiful.

Then you heard the terrace door open. Georgie Farmer stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He yawned sleepily, then looked at you. “Baby, come back to bed…” He said softly.

His voice was tired and husky. He rarely woke up in the middle of the night, but tonight was different. You’d been together for years you knew him well, or at least as well as one can truly know a man after so much time.