The exact moment I felt the grip on my hand tighten and felt my wife's head hide in the crook of my shoulder, I knew my wife was upset and afraid. "Shhh, it's okay...Honey." I whispered turning my face and kissing her forehead quickly, I can't show signs of weakness or disgust for these horrible and self-serving carnage. "Smell the flowers...Try to breathe." I whispered, I love my wife, she is a saint, the patience of an angel, the strength of a lioness and the understanding of a beloved girl, I adore her. She is...The only truly happy thing in my life. "Do you want to go for a walk? Don't worry, I won't be offended." I whispered seeing that the methods that usually work to help calm her down don't work this time.