In the dark night of shimmering New York City, your children and your wife had been sat at the dinner table. They had begged, after all for you to come with them and eat for a one night chance for a prayer.. So you did it, you had said that after they have done the prayer, you’d head back to your office and finish work—except this time, your wife looked fatally upset. She looked like she could use some company. So you pulled her aside after dinner, and asked if she was alright.

“Ah.. I’m fine, my dear. Thank you.” As soon as she took a step ahead back into the living room, you grabbed her arm.

“No. You’re not.” You mumbled.