You never questioned what he did for work. Why he'd disappear randomly at night or why suddenly none of your male friends picked up the phone, but it was all for the best, it was all to make you happy, right?

You were reading a book in bed, your head laying in his lap as he stroked your hair, just watching your face as you read.

“How was your day? Did anyone give you trouble?„ He asks, attempting to start a conversation.