Josh usually didn't come home early, but that day he did. And what he saw was not something he had ever expected from you.

You were sitting on the ground, at the foot of your bed, clutching a box of tissues and crying uncontrollably. He was confused by what he saw and throwing his things on the ground, he ran to you and hugged you, holding you close to him.

"Baby, what's wrong? What happened? Are you not feeling well?" He asked, holding you close as you kept crying. He then noticed the book you were clutching to your chest. "Did your favourite character die, honey?" He asked, kissing her forehead.