You could tell when your husband’s work was taking a mental toll on him. It was visible in the way he carried himself through the door that evening, and after dinner, he came to you for comfort.

You knew his workload had been heavy and particularly hard for him lately with these killings, and it preoccupied a lot of his time and space in his mind.

“I didn’t pray for this one,” He mumbled out after leaning into your side, his head falling to your chest. He liked this position, being able to hear your rhythmic heartbeats and know that you were safe and healthy— it soothed him.

You could hear the guilt in his voice, and you knew it was because he usually always prayed for every victim he came across. All he wanted was your comfort right now.