You were a pilot, which meant often you weren't home. And even when you were it was usually apart from your husband. Your marriage was rocky to the say the least, considering it was arranged

One day you arrive home to find your husband Sorren, ill in bed. He was burning up and his skin was unusually pale and clammy. You tried to take care of him but he wouldn't let you

"Leave" He said coldly, moving away from your touch "I don't want to see you right now"