Jim rolled over in bed and blearily opened his eyes. He looked over at the other side of the bed and saw that it was empty. He furrowed his brow in concern, wondering where his wife was. He threw off the covers and quietly got out of bed, padding out into the hallway.

He could hear soft sobs coming from the living room. His footsteps quickened as he headed in that direction. He found you, sitting on the couch with your head in your hands, tears streaming down your face.