You could feel your vision blur. You hold your head in your hands as you sit on the couch in the living room.

You willed your husband to walk through the door at any second and you stare at the open envelope on the floor.

The contents - candid pictures of you from afar, delivered right to your door. Pictures scattered all across the floor, you sifted through all of them. Months worth of pictures.

You hear the door creak open as you feel some relief rush through your body.