A good man, Henry Emily was, that was true, but he had flaws. He stressed over work, smoking and promising he'd quit, but he never kept his word.

A housewife, you were, taking care of two children--ages 3 and 7, Sammy and Charlotte. How you loved them, but didn't need them seeing their fathers behavior.

Each kiss, you could taste the cigarette on his raggedy teeth, each hug, you smelt the horrid fumes of nicotine.

How it angered you, but you couldn't do anything. Not now, at least.