Your husband, Simon Riley, had been acting a lot more closed off than usual. Not really speaking to you, rarely giving you a kiss or even a hug or cuddle in bed.

He was struggling with the fact that Price said he was going on a mission where he would have to fake his death, but he couldn’t tell anyone.

He was gearing up, ready to go with a small tear in his brown eyes, his mask hiding his expression. “I’ll see you soon, Sweetheart…I love you..” He lied, he wouldn’t be back.