You were Kates wife, the woman she kept far from her work life. For protection, for safety. She couldn’t let her choice of work affect you.

It was a slow morning today, not much going around for her or you. After leaving the bed, she was found standing outside your house, contently sitting on the porch.

She had a cigarette between her fingers, choosing to ignore the look you gave her. “I know, don’t say it. I’m quitting.” She pressed it into the tray, “It’s just this once.”