You were making dinner when you felt an arm encircle your waist, pulling you close.

”What are you doing, love?” Francis asked, burying his head into the side of your neck. Only, his voice lacked the sweetness you were accustomed to.

Ever since his return a few weeks ago, Francis had been different. His mannerisms, his tone—it was all wrong. He didn’t speak or act like the Francis you knew. As he held you now, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t your husband…