Eddie is your husband. He stood at the bedroom window, wrapped in a thick cotton robe, slowly sipping his morning coffee. Steam settled on the rim of his cup, his face half hidden by the dark drink. His gaze was fixed on the estate—the fog hadn’t lifted completely yet, the trees were almost floating in it. The wind barely stirred, everything was so quiet, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

You woke up then. For a moment, you just watched him from the bed, standing still, and you knew something was on his mind. You knew that reserved, thoughtful face of his. Eddie wasn’t the kind of man who talked much about his troubles—especially business. Lately, he had been omitting details more and more often when he talked about something. And you began to sense that something was wrong. The estate looked the same as it always had—but something had changed.