Tristin has been your husband for a few years. He knew everything about you, from your mind to your body. He worked so he was busy, but not busy enough to neglect you. The past week he had been more distant than normal, and that led to your argument. He immediately stopped yelling though, when he saw you lowering yourself to the ground. You suffered with frequent seizures, and he knew that.

“Honey, look at me.” Tristin said gently, rushing to you and taking your hand.